MokoMochi

Alona reads the line it was decided that I be release over and over again, pondering who would let go Ehrendil. Yet a smiled form her face "In the end he would of still kept going, good thing someone put a break on him." The elfess giggles a bit folding the paper as she sat.

Alona reads the missive and just pockets it to show Freyr. "A pity indeed- even after that one meeting." The elfess raises an eyebrow as she ponders many thoughts.

Alona blinks at the signatures but slightly smiles "Absolon would be proud."

Alona shrieks in happiness "ABOUT TIME! Oh how beautiful- truly a beautiful love story." The elfess reminiscence of when they first met "Who would of thought."

OOC ((MC Name: MokoMochi )) ((Discord: moko#1988 )) ((Timezone: EST )) IN-CHARACTER What is your name? Otellia Why seek membership to the Mages Guild? To garner knowledge of all things involving voidal to solidify my path. Also assisting anyone and my teacher if need be in research. What arts, if any, do you currently practice? Sensory Illusion, Transfiguration What position do you desire to attain upon acceptance? Practicus as I still have a lot to learn. When should you be contacted for an interview? Anytime in the late of night, after dinner of course!

Alona smiles as she read a pie eating contest. "Perhaps I still have it in me."

Alona smiles reading the missive "A needed event, how lovely to see." Alona begins pulling out the Vanari robes.

Alona catches a glimpse of the missive her eyes narrowing at a certain clause and would shrug it off. "A good day to not be involved with such politics. But-" She let's out a heavy sigh "Onward to the bigger things now."

Otellia roams around as she gazes at the wonderous collection of knowledge. The 'ker would read any book that sparks her interest. Pondering if she should buy some for her own private selection.

Raises an eyebrow reading the missive "A simple inquest to further investigate...yields this?" Alona compares the inquest and the response with a puzzled look and a hum "I wonder where the blame lies? Simply just stating where it happened... Not who the other party was." Alona leaves the missive in its place for the other members to read inside Cathay.

The elfess purses her lips as she read the missive. "With what bastards and headache they were, greatly. I don't think there could be another Ferrymen, and I give them that much. But is it really over? Or one big set up to something else." She says with a squint to the missive and would turn to fold it away looking out the window to Elysium a bit unease with all the events occurring as of late.

A certain small bean 'ker skips around the main area of Nor'Asath as she stop upon a note. Taking out her parchment paper, she begins to copy and make a attempt. "What." She says squinting at her paper near the tavern, pondering.

Alona lies awake in their bedroom looking over to her husband as he writes the letter. Her eyes only focusing on the flame of the candle as she recalls events. Quietly turning over, her mind flooded with thoughts on bettering the situation, so that no one in all of Almaris will experience such.

Alona dances around her room to the music inside her head as she spins holding the missive close to her heart. She would skip around the Vanari house letting those know who are near "DEARYS WE HAVE A MASCARADE TO ATTEND! Oh, I should write to Sofiele. This would be perfect for my oem'ii!" Alona skips back to her room to write a letter to her daughter.

Alona smiles at the sharing of knowledge.

A mali dressed in white plated armor stained with crimson had departed from the clinic to give time to the beloved llir, Aylin Reede de Astrea and her heroic loveable late husband, Esmond Reede de Astrea. Alona went after her husband, Togrim, to ensure safety and his mental state. They return back to the Vanari household to retell the most heart touching and heart aching events that she witnessed that day. It would replay vividly in her mind, hearing the sounds over and over again. It all ceased as she took a deep breath gripping tightly onto Togrim’s arm looking towards him. “All for Esmond.” She would say with a sharp pain in her voice as the elfess came to the struggling end. Holding onto Togrim and her son Voldar tightly as she kept Esmond in her mind, mumbling to herself as she cried.

Alona the self proclaim wine aunt smiles in new wine options.

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Alona excitedly draws out a dress pattern as soon as she received the letter. Her thoughts overwhelm with what her family would wear and what gift she should bring!

Alona Heartstring Vanari sits down in the forge, the very one where she last saw Absolon and had made a cane with a raven alongside her husband, Togrim. She begins to remember all the fun chaotic times whenever around him. Having many celebratory moments in the old Elysium keep yelling YAK YAK YAK. A smile comes across her face as she recalled her last mission under him, but would soon fade slightly away as she cried "You will be missed deary. But your lessons forever live on with the keep you help build from ground up. And Elysium as a whole. kae'leh sil ito nae." She says as she gazes down towards her very first, ranger helmet.

Alona blinks in confusion when she reads the words friendliness with the Orenian Empire "I honestly find us friendly with every nation, the current non aggression agreements we have would suggest so. Wonder if people ever see those missives." She says sighing wondering what Daeland is.

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Alona begins to create a pattern for an ugly Krugmas sweater as she begins to yell throughout the Vanari house. "ANYONE WANT TO COME ALONG TO THE KRUGMAS TAVERN NIGHT? PERHAPS I CAN HELP ON MAKING A SWEATER!"

Alona polishes her new helm in preparations down in a forgery. She would look up to the old armor she once wore back in old Elysium and smile proudly. "What a time it has been, and what a time to be in."

Alona wipes tears from her eyes with a certain handkerchief she saved from a mission long ago. As memories flashed in her head from when she was once a young ranger initiate, she wonders where the time has gone.