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Ada was in bed when her youngest daughter came to read the missive to her. Once she had finished, the maid nodded to herself with a ghost of a smile on her lips. “I wonder if they’ll ask me to organize the feast!” The maid wondered as her daughter began to assist in feeding the frail woman spoonfuls of soup.

From within the kitchens of Valwyck, the aging Ada solemnly slaved away at batches of baked goods, the continued quietness of Valwyck growing evermore quiet after Ana’s demise. The maid fondly recalled her select dear memories of the Gant; from first meeting her child, to her silent admiration of her as one of the only women to stand up to the late Petyr Baruch. “A tough woman til the end. I am glad to have known her, even if it was only for a short time.”

A nearly elderly maid of Valwyck prepares a picnic within the kitchen, filling her wicker basket with the goodies she knew the Baruch children liked -- cookies, small sandwiches, various juices, and a large blanket that she had hand-knit for this occasion. "A wretched person, truly. But he was still their Papej, and they will no doubt grieve in their different ways." The aging woman said to another maid, "My heart breaks for those poor children."

The aged maid of Valwyck sat in her room for the remainder of the day after hearing news of Sofiya's fate. "I am so sorry." She offered to the silent room, "I will watch over them until my last breath."

"They weren't already married?" Gilhiel wonders aloud to her father, "Huh."

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what is your favorite letter of the rainbow

My doggo, Duke:

Gilhiel signs as "The Bumblebee".

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Arryn “Revlis” Silverblade Basic Information: Nickname: N/A Age: 20 Gender: Female Race: ¾ Human and ¼ High Elf Religious Standing: None Alignment: Neutral Good Homelands: Arryn’s home is the Dreadlands Status: Alive! Description: Height: 5’7 Weight: 120 Body Type: Slim Eyes: Hazel/Light brown Hair: Light, chestnut hair that reaches down to her lower-back Skin: Fairly pale, mostly free of blemishes Markings/Tattoos: Arryn has no visible scarring on her body Health: Excellent Personality: Although kind, she is prone to keeping her distance from others, especially Orenians, and values family above all else. Her shyness is overly apparent, and her politeness knows no ends. She is distrustful of most, excluding her family.