HIGH_FIRE

The woman's mother sat in her house reading the missive that had come to her informing her of this passing. Throughout her years as a fortune teller, the one person who's fortune she refused to read was her own, something she found a great deal of fear in. Such an idea was wrought with nothing but terror and foreboding. The only time she had considered to do such was when her firstborn went missing, however after refusing to do so, it had be uncovered he had died at sea. Decades later, she often wondered how her daughter was doing. There was no wedge between them, asides a healthy distaste for her disaster of a son in law, at least that's how she thought of him. Even then she wanted to make an effort to see her more, but distance and just a simple lack of time and at points matters out of her hand stopped her from doing so. Once a week she wondered about getting food or a drink and bring it to her daughter on a visit, but just simple lack of energy stopped her. They had kept in contact via letters but words on paper can only convey so much. Alas now no effort could be made. Today Adriana sat in her living room while her wife remained sleeping, crying her eyes out over the passing of her beloved daughter. The girl she had raised and always had the biggest soft spot for. Despite what she saw a terrible taste in men, a perhaps poor view of raising children and a bit of an attitude, Sybille was and always would be her favourite child. In this hour she mourned her daughter, who she was and who Adriana loved. A mere hour later, she mourned her own lack of effort.

Agamede read the missive, a brief momentary smile at seeing her sister and mother were preparing something so special. Nonetheless with now paying taxes she did not have the money for this one.

THE PASSING OF A MATRIACH EMERITUS. FAMILY THROUGH FIRE. ✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ 𓄿 ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ O’ GUD, VOR HJELP I GYNE ERE, AFTER HER YEARS OF HEARTBREAK AND LOSS, the MARGRAVATE-EMERITUS CALIOPE COLBORN has passed from natural causes. She is perhaps best known for her position as Artillery Commander for the Horenic Covenant and is survived by her now widowed wife and grandchildren. May she rest in peace in the familial crypts. ✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ 𓄿 ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ SKRALI VOR GUD,

For the very first time in her entire life, Eliska Brzezinski went dress shopping. Granted half the time she looked at a blacksmith or armourer instead, but she tried her very best to look for a dress.

The smirk of a proud older sister, even if only in name would grace Eliska's face as she saw the missive. "It seems muj apprentice truly has wound these fanatics up.... very dobry work to her."

After speaking with the author of the missive in the Verdegrad Square, Eliska nodded her head, took note of the day to meet and would turn to her apprentice @Myrthe"This shall be dobry training for ty Estrid, let us see what ty can learn from these mysteries..."

Caliope read her letter and studied it for some moments, rubbing her eyes for a moment. No tears fell, she didn't know what to think, to say, to do... both her sons dead and her heart torn asunder by this development. All she had left was her wife.. and they were both getting old now. Life was so fragile, so volatile and unforgiving to everyone. After some moments the dam broke, loud and ugly crying as she curled herself up on her bed, the aging woman felt hollow and unneeded. Varrik was her favourite child, never something she could hide well, as he had noted he truly had taken after her. Everyday she was proud of him, the way he styled himself, handled himself and the sass that he had grown, it was from her own mother to her as it was from her to him. From the young boy she adopted to the Prince she watched handle himself with utmost self-respect and great backbone, Varrik was the child she had nothing but pride for. Only Acelia was left for Caliope... likely it wasn't unlikely that Caliope would perish soon, a broken heart and a shell with little left to wither or to live for was not a good mix.

The man's current mother in law would look at the paper and scoff. "Weak spined coward he is. My daughter deserves far better than this one" She shook her head and tossed the missive away.

Healing in the clinic from her injuries as a result of the bear hunt, Eliska got the letter about her first nephew. A bright smile crossed her face as she read it, immediately trying to decide what to hunt as a means to get a present for the new family member.

Caliope would grin seeing the missive go out, immediately she reached into her wine cabinet and opened the cork of one of her finest red wines, running to find her favoured child. "VARRIK! TIME TO DRINK!!"

Eliska lifted her spear on to her lap and began using a whetstone to sharpen its blade. “Suffer not the grendel to live.” Spoke the Vargbane in a harsh tone. The upcoming war against the witch kingdom would be her first against the darkspawn ilk, but far from her last.