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This was all too oddly familiar to Mereid. Standing on the side of the room, next to the pews, her pale, blue eyes peered at those around and the sight of her older brother in front of the Magistar once more. Her gloved hands clasped together with firmness as it was used as restraint from the tension growing in the large hall. An air of caution engulfed her and stiffness stifled her as she stood on edge while the penances were announced, then a growing tremble in her legs as she followed the mass of crowds outside of the church and into the barracks. Penance.. Is it truly penance that is given or an act of what seemed to be righteous punishment? Penance should be of remorse of one's sins and their seek for repentance. It should be a journey of shaping one's self into a better person, a path down into the light, and a offerings of good deeds. One should not have been forced to be presented in front of a congregation to be judged upon. Penance is done in the act of seeking forgiveness. However, this penance was not like that and was much worse than before. Her gaze remained on the scene, unable to flicker away from the gruesome sight. The scenes of the mutilation of her brother's limbs left within her a distasteful feeling. Like pebbles and gravel grinding down to make concrete. Concrete understanding and proof of what the definition of mercy is in Iudas's eyes. There had been hope once in her youth that the Church would see the good in her brother, the hardships he had faced to prove his worth, and the battles he had gone through for not only himself, but for all the ones he loved and cared; for Idunia. All the hope she had and the only thing she could give, while she remained unable to move closer or to speak of a word in aid for her brother. Truly a day of turmoil.

Mereid spent most of her days inside recovering from the bandit attack that happened a few days after Morwen's trial and execution. She would sit near the warmth of a fire pit, staring off into the flickering flames as her mind run through all that had occurred within the past months. The sense of being on the edge returned, the nightmares of a death in front of her kept her up at night, and the aimless walking in search of something. The only thing that kept pushed her to remain sane was for her family, she couldn't go off running away now. Her tears, though fallen a few times, never sought to flow enough to form a river containing her sorrows and grief. "Rest in peace..I hope you find the happiness you need. The freedom you sought so much after." In the family's crypt, she'd look to her sister's urn. Knowing it was not a good place to put Morwen's remains there, it only felt right in Mereid's head that she was the most safest here. Even thought she disowned her sister on paper, in her heart, however, Morwen was still her sister and a Callaghan. It may be selfish keeping Morwen confined in a place she left so long ago, but Mereid could not bear losing her sister again. Not to some waves flowing endlessly to the ends of the Earth, or buried into the ground where it would decompose and people walk over the face of it everyday. For at least this time, Mereid chose to be selfish on something. "Only for a moment..Just this time, then I will let you go once it is safe for you to be free."

The only thing that Mereid could do was to wish her brother and his partner a safe travel to their new home. Standing within the walls, it felt like a foreign place. How could you call something home when your loved ones are not near? How can you be in a world that you grew up in yet still feel like a stranger? Lingering questions remained in her thoughts, but only for a short while before the bandits got to her.

Writ of Disownment on Morwen Callaghan Penned on 17th of The First Seed by Mereid Callaghan It has been made known that a member of the Callaghan, Morwen Callaghan, has made tribute in aiding the military of Cerulia with contribution and allegiance. Having left many years ago, it was made clear of Morwen’s determination and intent to leave the family and start a new life elsewhere. With her most recent betrayal, it is clear now where her loyalty lies. I. Cause By actions deemed dishonorable, unlawful, or in betrayal of our house’s oaths and values, the said Morwen Callaghan will forfeit all claim to kinship, protection, and inheritance under the Callaghan name. Her offenses include, but are not limited to: Belittling and denying the sanctity of the laws of Idunia and her people. Criticisms of the Oath of Tar Numentar. Decrying the institution of the Empire. Following and aiding in the military efforts of Cerulia, the Cerulian Levy. II. Judgment As of the releasing of this writ, and on this day on and so forth: Morwen Callaghan shall hold no rights under our house. Her name is struck from our scrolls and remembered no longer. No man or woman of Callaghan shall offer them aid, word, or welcome. III. Witness and Word Let it be known to those that read and hear of this writ: I, Mereid Callaghan of House Callaghan, denounce and disown Morwen, my dear twin sister. For the treason, disloyalty, and betrayal in her actions towards The High Kingdom of Idunia and The Principality of Tir-Glas. This writ is entered into record and sealed by the hand of the current Regent of House Callaghan until the Head of the House resumes her duties. Signed, Mereid Callaghan, Retainer of the Order of Dawn, Regent of House Callaghan

Amethyne had a feeling that something was wrong, but only offered a handkerchief assuming she had a cold. Her friend was looking sickly as she coughed, and her head resting on Amethyne shoulder as her eyes closed. Amethyne rose a hand to Natalia's forehead as she was conversed with her father, who just briefly caught her up on the new family. "Goodnight Ame", was the last words she heard as Natalia suddenly went cold in her arms. "Nat, nat- Wake up", Amethyne shook Natalia before laying her down to check breathing and pulse, then deciding on performing chest compressions. "Come on, come on!" Amethyne kept doing CPR, she wasn't going to give up on her friend; not now, not ever. Eventually, her body gave to exhaustion as she stared as Natalia's bodily colors faded away. The rain covered the dock as Vicnan placed a raft down and laid the deceased Natalia on it. The three remaining Vannites stood there, speaking their last and final words to Natalia before the raft was set aflame. Her arms hugged the two with her as she wept in despair. Amethyne watched her best friend floated away into the distant horizons of the sea. "My best friend from day one till now; and for forever. Rest in peace, Nat. I hope that where you go, you are more free and shine brighter like you've always have."

The Callaghan, only just starting to explore the new lands, would end up sitting by the fire pit back in Garenbrig. Her eyes remained on the flames, flickering with intensity; her face seemed to be spacing out, drained of any sense of present consciousness. Her mind whirled the exact moment the fight she and Anruthion had with the werebeast. The attack from the beast occurred in a moment during the man's teaching to the teen on defending from evil. Quite ironic it is for the beast to appear. It had razor sharp claws and maws, skin as seemingly thick as leather, and standing at twice her height in size. It was wearing a dress, or at least some sort of drapes. It came on all fours, charging at her before Anruthion shoved Mereid aside, preparing to fight the beast with his Morningstar and yelling to Mereid to run to find someone or find fire. Mereid nodded as she picked up her feet, turning to the road they were just on, and worked to make her escape. Seeing Mereid's attempts of escape, it chased after her before slamming Mereid into a tree before Anruthion fought the beast back as it grabbed his helmet, shaking and denting what protected his head. Mereid forced herself back up, looking down the road and making a run, however the beast with some cleverness blocked her path, leaving Mereid to defend herself with rolled up fists and a kick. The fight carried as such, Anruthion using his Morningstar, hatchet, and a spear to fight the beast, while Mereid only had what she could offer: her hands, feet, and an aurum arrow. Despite the shouting of Anruthion to Mereid to flee, she knew that she couldn't leave him behind to defend himself, as the beast only grew hungrier and hungrier with each claw reaching out to slash and dig towards him. In the long hours of the sun, the fight began to blur out with Mereid only recalling herself trying to shove a sharp end of a tree branch at the beast's face, the next she was holding onto the beast's legs with her whole arms and legs. Her arms was raised at one point with the aurum arrow pointed at the spine of the beast before striking it, hearing it's loud scream. Then in another split moment, she recalls her standing upright, strangling and pulling the beast to the side to try to get it away from Anruthion's face. At some point, her hands was aimed for the eye of the beast to gauge it out, but it had no effect. it bit into half of his face, making him ugly and a truly ugly sight for Mereid to see as her "mentor" was going to die. Chomp, slurp. In a rush of anger, she'd take her aurum arrow back out from the spine of the beast and struck it at the head a few couple of times before aiming and digging it into the neck. The beast, in aggravated frustration, grabbed Mereid with it's clawed paws, as a screamed escaped from Mereid, and it threw her once more like the many times it had. Beeeeep Her head rung as she found herself laying on the ground once more with exhaustion and pain. Her eyes opened in her helmet, seeing the beast looming over Anruthion as her maw and Anruthion, up by who knows what force, holding his broken Morningstar at the ears on the side of the beast's head, trying to push it through to the brain. Mereid saw what could be one of her last chances to stand up and run into the beast, doing a jump-kick to help push the beast away. However, it remained strong, standing back on it's feet after being pushed to the ground by Mereid. It would pull the aurum arrow out, chunk of it's thick leather-like flesh stuck on the barb, as it growled at Mereid one last time, her final warning to the young lady to leave. Mereid tilted to look to Anruthion, laying motionless before looking back at the beast as it grabbed him with its maw and started crawling back into the forest on all fours. Mereid would rush to pick up what remained of the Morningstar then bolting after the duo. She would throw her frog at it, hopping it would be a good enough distraction to slow it down, but the beast kept on going. Mereid would then try to leap at it when she could get close enough, but only ended up flat into the dirt bed of the forest's canopy. Her arms finding as much strength as it could, threw it in the direction of the beast, it didn't work. She pulled herself together to get back up, running once more as her eyes gaze upon the horizon and her leg failed her once more. In the distant, a sight of horror in the night of the forest it was as the young woman watched the beast feasted on it's meal. Mereid sat there motionless, nothing left to do. Her body was limp catching up from exhaustion, and the bruises and scratches began to make itself known. After making it through the night and the sunlight shone through the trees, she only was able to find herself to stand up, find the remains of Anruthion's Morningstar, and walk back to the road. She'd take her horse out of it's whistle and headed down the road. - She could have rode her horse to find someone in her attempts of escape. - Her eyes stared blankly on the road, as she made her way to find a passer-by strolling down the road and up a stairway to, what she could only assume to be, the Vourkehardt's Castle. Her feet planted onto the ground off of her horse, as she walked up to Aethanis and another Vourkehardt, whom either she has not met or could not remember. Her hands lifted Anruthion's broken weapon to them both to see before speaking. "It's Anruthion..."

Mereid looked to the shredded missive as her fuming twin showed the parchment to her with confusion. She was in utter lost for words at the thought of their own members would go as far as forming a new fighting club. "Well, this is something unexpected." Mereid rubbed the temples of her forehead, trying to process the whirlwinds of emotions that accumulated before and the following next steps for management to deal with this incident.

Mereid would carefully read the missive in her hand with a bold grin. "Yeah! Ye get 'em, Morwen! All blonde men should be punished fer bein' bullies, meanies, and jerks!"

╔══════*.·:*¨༺✧༻¨*:·.*══════╗ ╚══════*.·:*¨༺✧༻¨*:·.*══════╝ [!] A parcel of whale meat, wrapped in butcher wrap, tied with twine, and stamped with a gold wax stamp. In between the twine was a white chrysanthemum and a little folded note. The note reads: Standing on the edge of the snowy cliffside, the little ferret would draw in a deep breath of the ice, cold air. In the distance, what would hold pleasant sights, only have turned to become one filled with bittersweetness. The sweet persimmon grows bitter and dull each day, till it is no longer enjoyable. No longer have the persimmon stayed, but a bitter orange has taken its place of rule. Like the sun and moon always in balance with each other, the world has turned from this balance and toppled over this stability. Once, the flowers in the fields have lived in peace and abundance, now destructive weeds have grown to over power the fields. Having its own life drawn away, the field would become futile and an emptiness filled its heart. No longer can any form of life find a home that provides the safety, tranquility, and the embrace of nature. Having seen that the world has shifted and changed, the little ferret leaped off the cliff into the crashing sea waves below. The little ferret, having taken her little bold move, re-emerge out of the salted sea and peered back at the peak of the cliff. Beating blinking eyes, the little ferret watched as the wind carried a flurry upwards and descended back down into winding trees of the forest. What once was and had been was no longer what it is no longer. The little ferret had realized that she is no longer the little ferret she had always felt she had been. The cruel world had turned its back on her at the times she had tried to push forward. Inevitably, the greedy and ambitious only came to take over the weak and meek. The ferret turned back to face the bitter orange, watching as it lay down on the glittering bed of minerals. Seeing the time gone by, the ferret would yip out loud into the open, and in the near distance, a ship approaches towards her. A rope was tossed overboard towards the little ferret as she swam closer towards the ship. She would grab hold of the rope tightly and climb aboard the deck. One of the ship’s crew greets the ferret by tossing a towel over the little ferret’s head and guides her towards the captain’s quarters. In a brief moment, Amethyne kicked down the captain’s door from the inside, pulling up her yee-haw boots, folding back the collar of her coat, and grabbing hold of her sea-faring spyglass. She’d laugh out loud, a laugh she had kept back to herself over the years of grieving pain. Her arms outstretched to the limitless skies, embracing the last warmth the sun had left to offer before she looked out to the pod of whales, leaping in the foams of the sea. A wave and a salute was given by Amethyne to the last of the ship’s crew making their descent down in the rowboat. The little ferret has grown up, all alone out at sea and the endless sea of shining stars and ores to greet her in the days to come. She has new dreams, new goals, and a new life. A life, no one can no longer take from her ever again. Amethyne, has moved on…And so should you. ╔══════*.·:*¨༺✧༻¨*:·.*══════╗ ╚══════*.·:*¨༺✧༻¨*:·.*══════╝

Amethyne would stop in her tracks in the middle of the deep, cold tundra forest. She would settle down a large sack, her fishing pole, and her carving knife as she unrolled the missive. Her deep sorrows and anger that had been growing since the devastating news of her aunt only began to grow larger. "CHILDREN! Who in their right sane mind would take children from their crib?!" She would mindlessly fold the paper and throw it into the ground, burrowing it deep within the snow with her foot. "Outrageous!"

Amethyne had gone out deep into the tundra forest, as well as out to the steep cliff side of the sea, to go on some hunts and fishing by the sea to seek comfort. Having been one of the first to have seen the atrocious sights of her aunt's body being maliciously torn apart and sewn together, she could only find herself feeling conflicted between the seek for revenge and the grievances of losing another loved one. Eimelín had only heard of the news of her friend's passing when she had planned a trip to visit friends and family in Vansk. Upon only to hear and find the coffin containing her friend's body, she could only feel a sense of loss and guilt. She laid a hand on the coffin and hummed a hymn meant for those who have long gone; a hymn she had learned from her grandmother Eloisee. In addition, she placed a penguin plush, which she would hoped that Sera would have liked to receive as a gift.

If you were given a million dollar for a day, how/what/why/when would you spend it for only 24hrs?

IGN: Aimy_lol Persona: Amethyne Gylldene Persona ID: 80008

Amethyne solemnly lowered her head as she recollected all the memory she had and knew of Willow. There was not much, as there had always seemed like there was a gap in their lifeline that prevent them of getting close. Yet still, she would remember of the time she took little Willow to a town in the Birch Forest, where they encountered a group of kidnappers and how to duo meticulously chased after one of them to taunt him. "Ha...I'm going to miss you.." Eimelín watched over her little son waddle around the kitchen floors whilst she cook dinner before she noticed a missive laying loose on the counter. She wipes her sticky finger on her apron and unfolded the parchment, carefully reading the contents before her eyes started to water. "No.. No, no!," her tears streamed down on her face as she slowly sat down, head to her knees. "I already lost a friend, now you too, Willow? What is my purpose to stay here now?" Her son, innocent and compassionate, pat his mother on the head and sat besides her while she cried.

Amethyne swiftly reads through the missive a couple of times before placing it atop the other stacks of paper in her room. Her head would shake once more before a sigh was exhaled, "Some people are just simply blind to see the truth. This missive is evidence of a truth."

Amethyne read through the missive and lets out a big sigh, holding her head with her hand as she shook it.

Amethyne turned to Natalia and gave her friend a hug and a pat on the back to comfort her through this new move. "You did the best that you could as a leader for us all in the clinic and has a health provider. You've done a good job."

Amethyne lets out an audible gasped of shock after reading her aunt's resignation letter. "Yeah, you tell them who's drowning and going through horse feces! I'm with you through and through!" TAX EVASION CONTINUES!

Amethyne packed up the scraps of remaining items she had since the move to the new build of the city. She took a short stroll around the city for quick glance and glimpse of reminisce of her life surrounded by the walls. As she stopped by the Gylldene Lyre for the final time, she recited a poem and painted free-handedly of an artwork with family and friends standing in front of the entrance. She took a glimpse of the soup and scooped a nice bowl full for the long trip. "Here goes my life. Onto another life," her voice breathes out the cold, icy air, "Hopefully, I'll find new fishes."

I have been here and there, and I'm not the one to really make many friends, but I do want to share some love and appreciation to those who have been there at the start of my LOTC journey till now, and to those I don't really talk to much anymore, but they still hold a special place in my heart. @Rosey@carebear@Tremerus@Itz_Cookie@Deets@PufferfishTrash @StingyParrotI want to thank these wonderful, cool, funny, awesome people for always being who they are and always welcoming. They helped me to have a fun time in roleplay whenever we run across each other; I wouldn't have so many great memories in my first year on LOTC if it weren't for them showing up and being so kind and helpful. They are one of the many coolest people I know, and I just felt that I need to put it out there of how I appreciate there presence. @ichigomaster98I want to put an emphasis of appreciation to this amazing person. Another one of the coolest people I know on LOTC. Although, it did take some time for me to come across Norland, I still wouldn't have been where I am now if it wasn't for the random young Io in Alisgrad's tavern getting me addicted to the slot machine, and getting one of my persona addicted to the gambling life to the point she was broke. Although, he wasn't there to kidnap me when I first joined the server, he still managed to bring me and one of my other friends over to Norland, where we felt more at home with. @Lunan_EXEEstel, you sometimes either make me laugh or scare me. But that's besides the point, you are one of the coolest people I probably know who makes the most creative thing out of sorta anything. This is admirable of you as you're always so determined to do something once you set your mind to it, and it's amazing to see what you are able to come up with and create with your own hands. @simpleglitchbroYou scared me and I was very concerned. Cool pokemon, Yugi-Oh, Uhhhhh Something guy..Yeah. 👍 @ShinyBand @PestyWarlockOne of the coolest duos I know on LOTC. They're always nice(-ish) and fun to hang around. Even though I've made some mistakes, they are always there to help guide me in the right direction, and I appreciate that a lot that I could always count on these two for help if I ever need it. They're understand, and they always plan one of the most fun events to have occur in Norland. @Calise11You are one of the most confusing yet fascinating person I've met. I'm grateful you always are up for roleplay with me when I first started with Ivy, and then allowing me to be Sinner's child which I had wanted to be for a while. I look up to you in some aspects, and I'm always glad that if I ever need a talkin' to I can talk to you. @PanicZealotYou're a bully (Jokes btw), but that's understandable. Although you do sometimes scare me, you are one of the coolest and understanding(-ish) people I know. But you are also one of the most confusing people I know as well,....You're still a bully, but you're an honest guy...Technically not a bully, but it's pretty cool how you are very knowledge able in many surpising things like ferrets and being a pirate..and I still think my intuition from the beginning, from meeting you for the first time at that weird encounter Sinner and Vicnan had, still stands true today. You are a fun guy! @_Elrith_Respectable, cool, chill, cultured guy. 🤝 And to those not mentioned (because I can't find tags), you all have a place in my heart and memories in the journeys that I have made here on LOTC. 🫶 Hugs! For special mention: To my bestest friend @Toodles6, I wouldn't be where I am without you being there for me. It was funny how we thought it'd be cool to join this random medieval roleplay server on New Years, thinking we'd be automatic princesses, to only discover how big this server was and just how much lore was put in each and every nation and vassals. We were only just going to stay around for a day or two and then find a different MC server to play, only to be stuck in this world for a year or two. Well, the time has come for us me to be here for the third year. Happy Holidays ya'll and Happy New Years. 🥂 🍾

Hello all. I feel like this is going to be one of my many deep ramblings that either does or does not make sense (we will see how that goes. I promise I’m not a yapper, trust). I am not a psychology major, I’m a biology girlie, but that doesn’t differ with how I love learning and understanding new concepts and ideas. Anyways, I feel like there is so much to say about how much LOTC personally affected me, and opened my eyes to things I never had noticed about myself before. Like all the other comments from the forum had said, being able to roleplay a character of your own making truly is like finding your own identity, finding your own space and place, and finding what it is that makes you want to roleplay this character. (TL;DR at the bottom. I don't expect people to read my rambling anyways. Make sure you drink some water while you travel down there!) There is always a reason for such a creation of this character, whether it truly is a character you wanted or your friend asks you to roleplay, your actions and words are always up to your own decisions. But from what I have seen in myself and a few others that I have roleplayed as, I always found that no matter what goes on with a character, there is always a fragment of the player in it themselves. Even if it’s acting, it’s the flair and uniqueness that the player gives off through these characters that makes them special. Whether it’s the way the player type out their roleplay, how much time and effort they put into forming their rp messages, and the personally they add into these messages. Therefore, through players sharing parts of themselves in these characters, other players are able to learn a bit more about the player and not just the character. Another thing is LOTC is a nice place for those who like to become someone they can’t be, or do things they are not able to irl. It is also a place anyone can go make friends and find people who share the same brain cells they do. I mean, if you look around the community, I bet you are able to name at least 2/6 of the players that come online (Is this statistically accurate? I don’t know, I’m coming up with fractions and just going with it). Whether you have rped with them, or personally met them, people have at least heard or seen of you from somewhere (You’d be surprised..honestly). There are other things as well to add on the whole good side of what rping does offer to players, but these are one of the main ones I’ve noticed in others. Now with the less happily go-getter-have-a-good-time side, I find that it’s draining physically, mentally, and emotionally. Physically, I’ve seen people coming onto LOTC either every day or nearly every day just to rp or stay there all there and wait for rp to happen, etc. From that, people either are waking up early, or staying up late just to rp and not miss out on the chance to, to which takes away their time of much needed rest like going to sleep or spending the day outside in the sun (YES GO TOUCH GRASS YOU MANIAC). I’m not trying to call anyone out, but personally I have felt it in MYSELF when I used to be a zombie, or even a vampire/slave/etc to be more accurate, to being on LOTC. I used to remember a time when I was so stressed about missing an event that someone had planned, or ones that I had planned myself. From this I just remember the hours I stayed up late trying to figure out what would, and would not, work to bring in rp to others. The time I put into logging onto LOTC and rping nearly every day was not worth the effort I put into it. Thinking about it now, I really should have put more time into getting the sleep I really should have gotten and the break and rest I needed before I actually mentally and emotionally broke (those who know, knows). Mentally, I keep telling myself that it’s fine that this kind of rp happens and even if I did not fit into this sort of rp, I will fit in myself into the scene. I never in fact felt like I fit in, I just smiled and acted like I was fine, but really the kind of rp I took part in did not make me feel like I had a great time. So, I took a break from LOTC before coming back and rped with another group where I mentally felt safe, comfortable, and like I was a part of something I did enjoy. I know I can’t be the only one who had gone through a rough patch in time on LOTC where things just didn’t feel right and nothing was “fun”. Now emotionally, I am going to move aside from this story of not belonging, but the feeling of sense in belonging to something, or wanting something. I feel like those who have rped have had a sense of wanting something, such as feeling like you want to make friends, or feeling like you want to be a child that is loved and understood, or feeling like you want to be liked and have a good image of yourself shown to others, etc. This one sort of hit me the most when I realized how much my own personal feelings and thoughts bleed through to my character and cause my character to become someone more like me. I’ll give you an example, when rping as a child, but not acting like a child. This might seem like an odd place to start, but I think it starts with players typically rping as a child. What I seem to find in others, and even in myself, is that we can never rp the ways we exactly want, because our own personal depiction of how each age milestone of human varies, and the one that we all seem to follow along the most is the one we all know of, ourselves. Starting with a child to rp, our own childhood and developmental growth in our own lives seems to bend into how our child character acts. Now, I’m not saying that everyone does that, but as I have mentioned before, a fragment of ourselves is within these characters. When I rp as a child, I somehow always end up rping my child as someone who is emotional in a sense that she is much too mature to be feeling these emotions. She should be naive, innocent, and playful, but instead she became a “depressed teenager”. To which I found that this really came to be because it was in a sense what the kind of person I was at the time, depressed and stressed. So therefore, when I find my character going through such a sad and relatable time, I, myself, feel like this is me and I am feeling these negative emotions, which made me feel even worse. TL;DR: Now, I don’t really know if I had any sense at all, but my main point being that LOTC is great until the downside catches up to you and you start experiencing things that feels like it is dragging you down even more than it really should have. All together, I feel like you can’t really just speak on the aspect of psychological effects LOTC does to a person without accounting for other factors as well. Physical and emotional factors affect what mentally goes through one’s mind, and one’s mind is the brain to which hold many developmental milestones that each individual has from growing up. These different stages in one’s life change factors of what a person wants and “long for” when they rp the character they have created through their choices of actions and words. I see that LOTC is a place to make up for what was lost in one’s life, and it is a place and opportunity for them to make up for it and fill up that space.

Pebbies has always been an outburst of fun and joy whenever she is around. Her heart is so kind, she has a silly side to her, and she is always so strong. I wish I had the chance to speak with her more, but whenever she did come around, I am always so happy to see her again. I hope you rest in peace Pebbies. We all will miss you. 🩷🍪

Amethyne shed some tears as she heard the news. A sad, very sad feeling washed over her as she sat in her cramped and messy storage unit, rocking back and forth in an upright fetal position. Not again...Who is next..?