RingAroundRosey

Eso I am so thankful because finding examples and references is so so so difficult. <3

Verena would be seen urging the parents of said babe to sleep. When she was allowed such, she would have a careful watch over the boy - singing quiet melodies to the lion cub. Within his aunt's grasp, he was never put down. Spoiled to death!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEE (this is so good) + 1

OH NAHHHHHH LMAOOO WHEN DID I SAY THAT??? @Koodini

Grief. Grief was something that Verena was not a stranger to, especially as of late. She had battled with herself and what she fought for; the day that her Grandfather had broken her heart - pulling that lever on the gallows. She had gone to the clinic to check on the wounded, only then to discover what she had lost. Her Marshal had told her that even in the end, he fought with bravery - and held love for his granddaughter. But as she held his final words, and was notified of her part in his will - she didn’t seem to soak any of it. She could care less for money or for rings as her tears dripped upon the parchment. She just wanted her grandfather back for one last talk. One last chance for both of them to rid of their guilt for good. But that would never come.

Verena Ivanovich had holed herself up in her room, clutching the paper tightly upon her reading nook. She would say that she was not one for gossip, but this was proven false as her eager eyes scanned the contents. Her expression would shift in waves, but becomes especially amused as she reads of a particular good friend being named the most eligible bachelor! What was surprising to her was knowing each of the people mentioned - albeit on quite the varying degree. She felt a bit of shame quickly after her excitement for the next issue.

LOTC! DROP MOSSY VARIANTS - AND MY LIFE IS YOURS.

A Star Extinguished A Morozov-Tabbris family portrait painted by the lovely Deia c. 172 E.S. “Do you believe you’ll find belonging here?” ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ The older Valdev servant had been on the road, a crisp morning as he strolled. His intentions were mundane, to go and find the right ingredients for tonights dinner. It was a joyous night however, as his daughter had come to visit with his grandson. The whole family together once more, sharing a meal and laughs. This never came for the man, as he strayed from the path. He thought he would be making up time by taking a short cut. With his weakened stature, his cane hitting cobblestone, he stumbled upon an eerie figure. A figure cloaked in dark robes, a figure who hissed when she spoke, a figure who hissed out his name. He remembered her face, although now sickly within death’s grasp. Once his daughter had called her aunt, but now he only had a coldness in his heart. She was the murderer of his beloved queen. But there he stood curious as she rasped on, what did she want with him? She circled him like prey, the man too sickly and too slow to run from her now. He allowed his mind to wander, because she was also a gleam of nostalgia. ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ A long time ago in Old Valdev did a young man of white hair stumble upon the city. He was a wanderer, and never kept to one place for long. But this time was different for he needed to make sustainable coin. The city was full of cheer, their beloved queen having hosted a festival. That was where he had spotted an older butler, striking up conversation about work. He was the first ally, getting the man speaking to the head of servantry and the queen herself. By his side another new hire, a man akin to sunlight “Do you believe you’ll find belonging here?” would be asked of him then. ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ An explanation given from the undead before an apology. Before the man could react, he felt searing pain in his abdomen. He had been stabbed, and she was only digging the dagger deeper. She believed this was the only way, this must happen, because it was what had to be done. He was angry but helpless. How could this be the way he leave this world? Instead of any fighting, all he could do is think to the people who made him whole. ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Being new to Haense, Seraph found himself quite lost initially when it came to forming bonds. However he was immediately met with kindness. A physician who held stern but gentle hands, A handmaiden who always made time, A poet who wrote what the songbirds sing, and plenty of others who would come to talk with the man at the bar counter. Although intially with the man with hair of sunlight, their bickering constantly having the poor handmaiden in the middle. They eventually found friendship, and found love and partnership in each other. The sun and a star, dancing about in the heavens. ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ She was aiming to kill, her intentions now fully clear. His anger flared from the blaming of his dearest friend, but only desperation came as he laid bloodied in the gravel. The figure had fled and he was dying alone. He prayed to the cross he laid under to see his family once more before he passed. It was the last thing he would ask of the universe. A young woman’s voice calls from the trees, a distraught comet whistling down the path to his side. ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ His daughter, his little comet, was his pride. A young orphan who would not speak had gotten through the gates on a cold winter’s day. The man of sunlight had tried to get her to stay at the servant’s quarters but she refused. The brightest comet racing across the roads, she was an adventurer. She was bright and she was his darling daughter. The comet would come to sometimes travel too far from home, but she would always be welcomed back. One day, the man was blessed with a meteoroid, a grandson. He would cherish the child and every moment he got. The child would most likely not come to remember the man with silver hair, however plenty of stories dance around in that house to remind him. ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ The next moments were a blur, the man clutching onto life. He was taken to the clinic, as the anxious medic began to work immediately. She never gave up on trying to save him but he knew his time had come. He got his wish to see his family once more. His last words died with his final breath. He would not see his daughter leave for her revenge, He would not hear the wails of his dearest friend, and he would not feel the touch of his husband’s hand as he took the ring from his finger. The other surgeon announces the time of death: 9:30 on the 17th of the First Seed, Year 182 of the Second Age. “I did.”

The woman would only have a bright smile on her face as she reads the missive, it growing at the personal invite! "Oh, Ich must take the girls to the markets..." She murmurs, grasping her satchel and skipping off to find gifts.

Verena would perk her brow at the missive, tugging on the arm of her brother with a light smile. "Ve must get the twins a bouquet for gutte luck." @preosky

Given names: Verena von Kanunsberg Age: 14 Citizenship: Reinmar Relevant skills (if applicable): Archery, born to wander, some medical skills Letter of Recommendation: Svetlana vas Ruthern ((OOC: Discord)): ringaroundrosey

The more sickly Seraph had been resting when it all happened. He had ambled out to the streets right as the Haeseni people were given the news, and felt that something was amiss. He followed the solemn whispers of both people and fauna, the winds seeming to carry grief. He then saw the corpse of his queen, cradled by his dearest weeping friend. The people gathered to say goodbye. His husband kneeled in trembling silence, as did his daughter. "Seraph - of course you're needed. You are not so easily replaced." A line said by her majesty, cementing the belonging that a farfolk like him had yet to experience any where else in his travels. He had been given opportunity, a way of life in Haense - and better yet found his soulmate and a little miracle. He found deep friendships, ones that he knew he could rely on when life got difficult. She gave him a chance, one of the only people who ever would. And now she's gone. He was lost more than ever. He hadn't been this lost since his own parents passing. He couldn't bare to see his loved ones in pain. He broke, and after an argument with his paramour for the first time in a long time - he did the only thing he knew how to do. He ran, far past the gates of Haense and into the woods. He would be back to return to his duties, but for now the nomad went back to his roots as he tries to navigate his new life without a mentor. He will try. (OOC : Sarah I am genuinely so happy to have met you and a lot of other awesome people in Haense. I was new to LOTC and unsure but you made the time way less anxious :) Love you girlie good luck in school! WOMEN IN STEM WOOO!! <33)

Within the now quieter halls of the palace, Seraph would continue to work hard to keep everything tidy for the queen in her time of need. Perhaps this was a way to distract himself, as after her visitors would come - he would step in to aid her dearest handmaiden and other dear butler. They have been the main three for more than a decade after all. Watching his beloved queen who so willingly opened an opportunity for him in Haense all those years ago... it is almost too much to handle. He would have to step out at times, going back to quietly keeping the place dust-less as the servant's hand's shook.

"Deia dear, what is the matter?" The tired servant had asked of his dearest incoherent friend. His eyes would widen at the missive, not helping but a beam across the man's face. "So I see, then there should be a wedding soon after all!" @ivery @Koodini

Francseszka would give a blink at the missive, however not being able to help herself from having a laugh at the thought of this happening for her friend! It was just then that she realized the death occurring, a frown quick to come upon her features. "Oh dear... I should send flowers to the grieving family."

"What a beautiful work of art this is..." The silvered haired man would gasp, seeming to get caught up in the middle of his servantry work as he was reading. His duties lie dormant for now, as he scans every line with intention on finding any sort of hidden meaning - a game for the usually busy man! That was until a prompt signal from his yellowed-hair fellow servant came along to get him back to work. "Cedomir - Deia! Have you seen this? It's wonderful!" He would rally all of the servantry in for a small break, enjoying the arts at the start of the era of peace. (OOC: LILY I AM SO PROUD OF YOU GIRLIE. Keep up with this writing and when you're a famous author one day don't forget to send a text once in a while <3)

"Oh how wonderful! I'm glad the two were able to pick a date." The young woman hums with a bright smile, quickly going downstairs to look for gifts! And to make sure the rest of her family saw the invitation.

Francseszka would seclude herself in her room. All that could be heard was the quiet squeaks of the floorboards and the woeful wails of her grandmother. She could do nothing but stare out the window, rubbing the ring that had been left to her by her beloved aunt. Tears wouldn't even dare to sting her eyes in the state she was in, replaying the moment she found what remained of her aunt out in the forest. The memory of not being able to hear her ear piercing scream and wails - as her uncle came to shield her once innocent eyes. The slow and warped walk back to the town to lay her aunt to rest. Everything replays in a loop behind the Korvacz's eyes. All she prays now is that her aunt is with her loved ones she had lost, and that she is finally at peace from her mind. She still bakes those muffins, leaving one for Xenia.