In some distant land stood an aged 'ame of an age long past, venerator of Xan, Keeper of Order and Champion of the Paladins. Leric Tresery, bearer of titles spanning the centuries of existence, Father to only three blessed children. At his side stood his other half, their souls inexplicably intertwined for the ages to come. Vailoen Winterleaf, venerator of Xan, Keeper of Guardianship, Champion of the Paladins, esteemed friend to many, and even a Greater Mother to all who came into contact with her.
Their child was lost to them.
As the two stoically stood atop the precipice to what could only be described as paradise, they contemplated. Their minds and emotions so equally twisted from the years of service to their deity, only their respective halves could truly understand one another; yet they still stood in silence. Reflecting. Wondering. Cherishing. Every memory of their daughter flashing through their minds, reliving them one at a time in honor of the esteemed Andria Tresery. THEIR Andria Tresery. Hours past as the sun began it's descent past the horizon, it's golden rays illuminating the very features that stubbornly showed little to no emotion. A small smile here and there, the smallest of tears rolling down a cheek. The first to move was Leric, an arm reached towards the Lioness behind him, a calloused hand outstretched to her. "Come, Vailoen. We raised her. We should know she would not want us mourn her for too long. She is our daughter after all. She forever will be within our hearts." His words rung within the Elder Lioness' ears, striking true. Her hand met with his own, grasped firmly, and together they departed into the paradise beyond. An 'ame too of an age long past sat quietly. Yet this one overlooked a village of Mali' from the treetops above. Upon his grizzled features his lips curled into the slightest of frowns as he contemplated the life of his sister. Tristin Tresery's mind recalled all of his interactions with her, including the time the two of them had almost killed one another. Soon his frown faded, replaced by the slightest of upturn in his lips, a smile, if one could call it that.
"I said to overcome your adversity, Andria. It was this second life, that was your misfortune, your denial of an honorable death. I am unbelievably sad to have lost one of my blood, my sister, but I am proud and happy knowing that you had achieved so much. That you have finally attained what you sought after. Rest well, Lioness."
Spoke the once King of an age long past. He'd recline comfortably within the treetops, golden rays of light filtering through the verdant canopy illuminated his features, highlighting stray teardrops that rolled down his bronzed complexion.
((dude i barely know how to roleplay anymore you really made me pull something out like this))