Cozy_Tea

A Midnight Departure of Llora Soltée Published the 3rd of The First Seed. Year 158 SA. Once you walk inside the library you notice droplets of blood on the floor, it leads to the basement level of the library. As you walk down further you stumble upon a dead elfess lying on a puddle of red on the carpet near the fireplace, a bad stab wound on her heart and her face scarred bleeding as the last tears fell down her cheeks. In front of the dead elfess beside the knife and pool of red was a letter half-written. You reach out grabbing the piece of paper, partly written in ink. you slowly read what was in the letter. "To whoever finds my scarred corpse and reads this letter, I couldn't keep up any longer I chose to depart from this world knowing I failed to show love and a smile to my confidantes, knowing I failed as a teacher and kept being the fool that I was meant to change. I have done everyone a favor, now I send my few last written words...To my children who I failed to raise with or without my partner, may you find love and create a better family - even if I won't be here, I'll always be in your hearts my little feathers. To my close and distant relatives, I'll miss you all dearly and my friends...I am sorry." The rest was torn apart, it ended there but as you looked down at the corpse you noticed on her right palm she had a letter sealed with a green ribbon - you reached out and opened it. And you began reading it slowly... “To whom I once called my love and joy, I loved you so much despite the changes, my heart kept waiting for you to return, but the longer you were away again I realized that we might not ever re-marry, we may not ever raise another infant together, we may not ever share a laugh or smile to each other like before. You were my spark of hope, my loving cloud puff.. I'm so sorry, may there be a better chance for us to live happily in another life. From your departed wife, Llora Soltée.”. You'd lower your gaze and noticed a white owl feather partly tucked in her hair fell once to the bloody floor and was no longer white. The last few tears ran finally down the corpse and there was no more but a dead elfess, a mother, a wife, a failing Mentor, and a friend...She was gone. The whole room was covered in small blood stains, easily removable. The room was left with silence, the fire by the fireplace sparked with noises but not loud enough to wake you up from what you believed would be a dream but it was not, this was real and now she was no longer with us. A Silent Farewell to Llora Soltée. Her Funeral shall be held upon the 4th of The First Seed, Year 158 SA.

A high elf walked her way to the usual spot to read another book, when she noticed the missive and took a good look at it. ”Festival huh?” A long exhale was let out, before scratching her head she would then look away and return to her spot to read. ”I hope it’ll be fun for the rest.”

MC-Name: Cozy_Tea RP-Name: Llora Soltée Persona-ID: 77405

"hmm, a delightful sight to be seen and heard." said a voice, where an elfess stood by holding two books before returning to what she was doing

In the village, the 'aheral held a basket with freshly picked apples. look at the missive. "Hmm, interesting." She shrugged. "May this village's future expand greatly, yet calmly."

A hungover elfess sat by inside her bakery before hearing the news soon. "Good for you Raziel," she rejoiced calmly before drinking some water.

Llora glared at the missive, when reading this she raise her glance to the sky. A deep exhale was let out ”we can never get a break” said the elfess

"Permission to shoot those pigeons with fire?" Asked the elf'less.

When taking a closer look at the missive, reading the words over-and-over again."Alright, Who forgot to add that we'll also make juice for the younglings?" The elf's exhaled out of irritation, yet shrugged it off. "Ah - Oh well, Wine is the most popular we'll do so, can't argue."

Season 1 was always great listening while drawing, Season 2 brought me to tears of reunion. Season 3 was nice Season 2 dearly inspired me however all seasons were amazing due to the fact i always wanted to play with the mods.

Llora sat by a wooden log, drinking some tea.