Parasolii

Cyrene de Senna grinned upon receiving the personal invite, going to badger her brother's door. "LEDI! You best don a bright suit, or else!" @Sebbysc With haste, the teen scrambled to her wardrobe, digging through the various hung dresses for the perfect one.

reserved!!

Selyne, who by then had just finished feeding the young Percival Adonis, spared a glance over to the missive. “-I suppose I could look into it. Let me send a bird.” She'd gesture him to fetch a piece of parchment and her favored quill to begin penning the Princess!

Reserved (how did everyone see this before me)

⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ ⋅ 𑁍 ⋅ ⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE GRAND DUCAL HEIR BY GRACE AND CROWN, ISSUED BY THE CROWN OF LOTHARIA IN THE YEAR OF 187 B.A ⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ IT COMES WITH DEEPEST PRIDE TO ANNOUNCE THE BIRTH OF THE HEIR. Upon the eve of the 22nd of Lothar’s Gift, in the year 187 B.A, the babe came quickly and without any complications during labour. She is a healthy girl with light brown hair, a mixture of her mother’s blonde and father’s dark tresses. Her eyes are a dark blue, like the ocean’s depths. The babe shall be named ANASTASIA CASIMIRA SIBYLLINE. Her first name bears the connotation of rebirth, to symbolize the future of Lotharia as it continues to grow. The second is representative of peace, for no more blood to be senselessly shed, and to uphold a long-standing tradition. The final name is in honor of SIBYLLE I, a former Queen of Balian, for the hope that she will continue on the legacy of old. She shall be granted the title Baroness of Solvis, as it is her right as heir. When the Grand Duchess recovers from the delivery, there will be a feast held within the Palace in honor of the heir’s safe birth. Those who attend may bring gifts if they please, but know it is not a requirement. Food and drink shall be served throughout the evening. ANASTASIA CASIMIRA SIBYLLINE @Cheese ⋅ ༻⊰─────────────⊱༺ ⋅ 𑁍 ⋅ ༻⊰─────────────⊱༺ ⋅ II. INVITATIONS THESE ARE HEREBY INVITED TO THE FEAST OF THE DUCAL HEIR. THE PROTECTORS OF THE TRUE FAITH His High Holiness, CARANDIR, High Priest of the True Faith, and all clergymen of the True Faith. THE REALMS OF THE EMPIRE AND MANKIND His Imperial Majesty, TIBERIAS I, Emperor of Man, and the House of Horen, and his noble vassals and citizens. His Serene Highness, EDWARD II, Archduke of Alba, and the House of Alstion, and his noble vassals and citizens. His Princely Highness, ERWIN I, Prince in Reinmar, and the House of Barclay, and his noble vassals and citizens. His Princely Highness, MARTIUS I, Prince of Blackvale, and the House van Aert. His Princely Highness, CASSIUS I, Prince of Myrine, and the House of Mareno. His Royal Majesty, TAR-ZÔRZAGAR, High King of Idunia, and the House of Arthalion, and his noble vassals and citizens. His Grace, JOSEPH I, Archduke of the Petra, the House of Temesch of the Petra, and his noble vassals and citizens. His Royal Majesty, HARALDR, King of Norland, and the House of Ruric, and his noble vassals and citizens. THE NOBILITY OF LOTHARIA The Most Honorable, ESFIR D’ARKENT, Countess of Salia. The Most Honorable, SYBILLE TEMESCH ET MARTIEL, Countess of San Adriano, and the House of Temesch. The Most Honorable, GODRICK VUILLER, Count of Aquilae, and the House of Vuiller. The Most Honorable, HENRIK VAR RUTHERN, Count of Kositz, and the House of Ruthern. The Right Honorable, AURUS GREYE, Viscount of Velmoore, and the House of Greye. The Right Honorable, MIROSLAW JAZLOWIECKI, Viscount of Thessaros, and the House of Jazlowiecki. The Honorable, THEODORE DE LYONS, Baron of Enderoca, and the House of Lyons. The Honorable, LUCIUS DE SYLVA, Baron of Hessex, and the House of Sylva. THE REALM OF THE HORDE The Rex of the Horde of Many Tribes, REX TOROSH’MAK, and the Clan of Mak, and the vassals and citizenry of the Horde. The Heir of Ipanema, ULISSES DE ALENCAR, and the Archduchy of Ipanema, and the House of d’Alencar, and their vassals and citizens. The Honorable, PETER ROVARE, Baron of Eicheria, and the House of Rovare, and their vassals and citizens. The citizenry of the BEASTFOLK PROTECTORATE. THE ESTEEMED ALLIES OF THE LOTHARIA His Lordship, VARRIK COLBORN, Lord of Kazan, the House of Colborn, and his noble vassals and citizens. His Lordship, PETER D’ARKENT, Baron of Selm, and the House d’Arkent. Her Ladyship, ANACLETA LEOMONTE, Lady Paramount of Villa Francisco, and the House Leomonte, and their noble vassals and citizens. All citizens of the Karoslund. Personal invitations to Miss YELIZAVETA and Mister PETYR WEISS. ⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, IOHANNIS BASRIS of the House Basileus, Grand Duke of Lotharia, Prince of Monterosa, Duke of Atrus, Baron of Cadiz, Cascanova, Solvis, and Tuvia, Lord of Brecci, and Protector of the South, etcetera. HER SERENE HIGHNESS, RHOSYN HEDVIG of Kazan and Selm, Grand Duchess-Consort of Lotharia, Princess-Consort of Monterosa, Duchess-Consort of Atrus, Baroness-Consort of Cadiz, Cascanova, Solvis, and Tuvia, Lady of Brecci, and Protector of the South, etcetera.

Selyne Amador stared 'pon the missive, her gaze wide and in awe. "FUCKIN' FINALLY!" She screeched in her room at Myrine, unladylike to a tea, but deserved. "Oh- oh! I need to get a dress, and a gift planned--" Thus, the teen scurred to her fabrics, journal in one hand, excited.

Selyne Amaya Amador excitedly filled out a request to join the Luncheon, penning the title her father so graciously stated she could use.

Selyne Amaya Amador touted around the invite in her room, to much dismay of her younger sister Josefina. "A personal invite for me! Oh, could you ever imagine?" She called, ecstatic as ever, until a sudden realization came over her. Well, two to be exact. Hurrying to her closet, she dug for one of her pristine gowns - one she'd show to Madelief in time. Placing it upon her nearby table, she'd call for her parents. "May I have a guard for this event?" She asked the pair, offering puppy-dog eyes in return. @Koodini@krispeechips @Juno.

Sosina spared a glance as her daughter ran up to her, pausing the cooking she had been working on. "Hm? Oh - let me pen Ipera. One moment." Fetching her favored quill and some paper, she'd letter the aforemention woman, and attached it to a bird. "There!" Off the bird went.

i must.. explore these lands 😍

Sosina, the moment she could spare time away from the work of the newly-minted clinic inside the walls of Vjardengrad, looked around the village. Those she held dear had found a refuge, despite what they had to endure. Soon, they'd have a clinic, once her and Mikhaila sorted things out. With a pep in her step, she began to write in her journal.

Sosina had long had sleepless nights, going from one place to another, rebuilding the stepstones of the clinic within Norland. And yet, she could always find peace alongside her family. She did not fault them - they did not sell themselves out, like some other families had, but merely wished for security. If Numendil provided so, then so be it.

CHERRY BLOSSOM TREES. thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

Lady Sosina Colborn grinned at the missive. Truly something of grandeur. Looking upon her desk, littered with various letters, she'd pen a note to her dearest friend from Balian. "Dear Lord d'Arkent, if you may join me for this, we must plan suitable attire! Shall I write to Caliope too?" She'd send it off once finished. @lalo