Muckelpu

Rúna scanned the missive as she enjoyed another cup of hot chocolate paired with cookies from Acelia. "Congratulations Lia, vy are the best for the task. of grand maer"

ign: Muckelpu Charactername: Aethurayir Vote #1: Ante'ahern Wynasul Vote #2: Ante'ahern Wynasul

A young maehr looked down at the missive in relieve, hoping it had been the last threat of war for his first century of life. "We are no people of war, we are people of love and care." Paelen Jusmia muttered to himself, though hisheart weighed heavy when it came to the though of how many victims this war would probably still claim and has.

A sigh left the travelling elf, as the invitation reached them. "Once again...this should be in Zalerya's hands..." with that Aethurayir tossed the letter into the campfire they had been resting at.

Aethurayir sacnned the plea, pulling up another paragraph of the newly published laws.

Damn he had a short life. 🤣

A masked and silent traveler picks up on of these missives scanning it briefly. Once done Avern let it slip into on if their pockets giving the young nepema on their shoulder a gentle scratch, before wandering towards the south.

MC Name: kawaiigraveyard Discord: Muckelpu Image: Description of Image: A drawing of a father holding his daughter in his arms Dimensions: 1 wide, 2 high (Offset: x= 35, y =50)

Glacial blue eyes read over the missive, a small smile gracing Aeth’s scarred face. “Ceres I wish you the most of success…but be careful to not attract the wrong kind of attention to youself friend.” Muttered the fenn as they rooted and worried for their friend.

"Another one driven by wanderlust." Aethurayir Atmorice sighed, gaze wandering out of their window. "Stay safe on your travels Nuviel, I still have to thank you so please return safely."

This is breaking my heart 😭

Carefully, a young girl climbed into her mother’s bed. Her eyes were as mismatched as her mother’s. Quietly, she would cuddle up against her mother’s side, offering a comforting smile up to the ginger haired woman who placed a weak and shaking hand on her head. She looked old, Rúna thought. Despite her young age, she understood it wasn't how her mother was supposed to look. The girl closed her eyes, scared of the thought that her mother was in pain, hiding it behind that gentle smile. Raelle did her best to keep her smile warm, wanting to spare her daughter from solemn and depressing thoughts. She had grown frail and thin over the past months, weak and tired. At first, she just noticed her stamina was draining faster along with a slight feeling of constant tiredness. She still wasn't sure of what illness had befallen her, though she was sure it wasn't one that couldn't have been treated with common medicinal or alchemical remedies. Gathering all her strength, she lifted Rúna into her arms, as she leaned against a mountain of pillows that her wife had prepared for her. “Rúna babej, vy know vyr mamej loves vy with all she got yi?” She asked with a soft tone, her voice comforting and warm. Raelle placed a loving kiss onto her daughter's forehead as she brushed some of her dreads back behind the pointy short ears. “Ea will always be with vy, no matter what happens…always watching over vy.” The girl nodded in response, clinging to her mother,embracing her with small arms. Even though it hurt a little Raelle silently returned the hug, wrapping her arms protectively around Rúna. Silent tears formed within her eyes as she gently stroked her daughters back, starting to hum softly a lullabys melody for her. Her teary eyes fell upon her wife’s blue gaze that returned the same solemn understanding. Raelle’s heart ached at the sight, despite being in pain, she managed to lift her left arm, inviting her into the embrace. Hesitantly, Úna accepted, holding Raelle with her right arm as she joined the humming. Brushing along their daughter's hair with the stump of her left arm, Rúna slowly fell asleep, cradled in the embrace of her mothers and their voices, guiding her into a deep slumber. Even though sadness filled her heart and a sense of failing washed over her, Raelle felt at peace. She knew that her wife and daughter had each other once she would leave this world. Even though she wished she could stay and see Rúna grow up, Raelle had accepted that it wasn't meant for her to win this battle in life. Exhausted, she leaned her head against úna’s shoulder, gazing into her eyes for a long moment. “Ea love vy two… eam llun to leave vy. Eam llun to not be there to see what kind of person our daughter will become…not be there for you anymore when you need it.” She whispered to not wake the young half-elf. A long and soft kiss would be given to Úna. “Please take good care of our girl.” Úna nodded a heavy feeling tightening her chest, as she hugged her wife. Even though they had spoken about it over the past couple of months, she wasn't ready to see Raelle leave now. She felt desperate, sad and helpless holding her sick wife now. How was she supposed to continue, raising Rúna alone? Tears kept falling down her cheeks as she buried it at Raelle’s shoulder. Raelle gently stroke Úna's back a smile to her lips. “Ea will make sure to always stay close and keep an eye on vy two. Eam sure we will meet again someday.” She tried to cheer her wife up a little. She felt so endlessly tired, her eyes falling shut repeatedly as she spoke. “Ea love you Úna.” A final whisper was given to Úna, before her eyes fell shut forever and her last breath was taken. Her hand motionless was still holding her daughter and wife. Raelle died at the age of 59 born as a Weiss-Vuiller in SA 135 and died SA 194 as happy woman. To the following people letters would be delievered: Raelles Art Collection:

Rína's gaze fell upon the missive as she stared at it, "Raziel is marrying? And he said he had enough after the first two wives died!" She spoke cynically. Aeth scanned the missive with a growing smile upon their scarred features. "I hope those two will get along...women can be quite a handful" Amber muffled another yawn with her hand, as she began to read the missive that her mother had sent her. "Maybe I will watch..." Soon the paper would found itself used as a pillow, a comfortable rest for the teens head.

A chuckle left Elerína as she read the missive. "Oh my, I gotta listen to the tiny Baker now how amusing. Treat her like I would you Raziel? The poor woman."