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Delmira Aureon quietly closes one of her last crates of things, leaning back against the cleaned clinic’s desk. Her tired eyes would cast over the place that her seed sister had left in her care. So much faith was put into her by Awaiti, perhaps too much. Has she failed her? In doing what she believed she needed to do, was she disappointing the woman who showed her what family was? It was hard to tell, and Delmira knew she could not dwell upon it. Perhaps she would ask Awaiti in person. But that would be a long ways away. ”I will wait Awaiti. When you return, I will be one of the first to welcome you back... Just as I did before.” ——————— The Scorpion Druid would sit quietly at the edge of the water, her daughter making flower crowns at her side. The druidess would watch with a faint smile, before glancing out towards the gentle moving water of the pond. She knew something was wrong, something had changed. Her eyes would close then after, speaking very softly under her breath. ”Blessed be Sister Hurricane. May you find the calm within yourself that you so deserve..”

Delmira Aureon sits alone in her clinic, staring down at the paper she was due to finish. Despite the quill in her hands, she couldn’t seem to find the will to brush it forwards onto the paper. Her mind wasn’t with the work she was to do. Much has happened in such a short time, and there was much more left to do. Her eyes cast over to her cloak that hung quietly on a rack, and a small smile would grace her normally grave face. Her feet and body moved to a stand, grasping onto the cloak. ”... Unlucky together, who would have thought..”

Scorpion Druid Elenora squints quietly in the distance. Then back at the grove. Then back in the distance. Then back at the grove. ”..... What the frickle frackle does Carl want with us? Honestly.. feels like this never ends. Never. Ends. Seems oddly convenient. Like.. some unknown force is.. driving him to continue this endless rampage.. Like no matter what we do- there is always this.. unknown force that.. prevents us from ever ending this true madness. As if someone else is making the rules- and the rules change no matter what we do..” Taking another look in the distance.. The Scorpion Druid would shrug, lighting up a cigarette “Oh well.. What do I know.”

A woman hidden by cloak nearly passes by such a posting, but spots it- reading it quietly. After a moment she would take a copy for herself, shoving it her bag. ”... Perhaps he lied to me for good reason..”

Elenora Zytiaear would read the post, giggling a bit as she writes back lazily onto one of the fliers, hoping the desperate mali’ame whom was searching for his waifu would find her response. ”Her name is Sally- or Sal. Abelas is apparently her grandfather.”

Delmira Aureon quietly sits next to her seed sister, a frown pressed to her lips. She would gently wipes a a cloth over her head, humming a faint soothing lullaby. "Wake up soon sister.. We will all wait for your return."

Elenora Zytaiar sits quietly at her house, pausing, ".. I take no responsibility. I just slapped my hand on a rock with a little cut on it- and hey, I opened a door. Neat."

Elenora Zytiaear gently pours herself a drink, ignoring the letters coming to her from her house. She would hum a soft song to herself- a knowing look holding onto her face. It wouldn't be long now. Time was running out.

Delmira Aureon stands quietly in her bedroom, her eyes locked upon the tattered Sutican banners that she had taken before moving. Stepping forward, she would brush her hands lightly over the fading colors. A frown would lace her face as she closes her eyes in thought of what once, but what could never be again. Removing her hand from the fabric, she peers out into the hall with a little sigh. Perhaps she would see her teachers again. There was much to do.

Delmira Aureon sips her tea quietly from her home. She would hear about the news, frowning a tiny bit "I suppose she got what was destined from her- Tahariae, help her soul... I'm sure they had their reasons."

Delmira Aureon sits quietly in her laboratory, flipping through all books. As she does so, an old document falls out onto the ground. Curious, the cleric picks it up to glance over it. The treaty of Santegia-Haria and Haelun'or. She would pause, gently picking it up with a faint smile. "I remember this... It all started when I went there. The elf.. what was his name... Varen'thal. He was so kind." She speaks to her son in the crib, standing up as she brushes her hands over the signed names, hers next to his. She would laugh a bit as the baby gurgles in response, "He was the elf that introduced me to wine. Fine wine. I've never had wine so good since. Perhaps... I should try and find him. I haven't seen anyone of my past in such a long time. He was kind. I wonder what he is up to now." The cleric would gently hang up the treaty in her office, brushing over the sigils quietly as she tries to remember the details of that elf so long ago. She would sigh, muttering a soft prayer to Tahariae before returning to her studies.

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Delmira quietly reads the paper, before squinting at the first entry. After taking a few moments to decipher what was being said, she would begin to laugh,. Shaking her head, she turns to her partner- trying to explain between giggles. "Look! This person.. How silly! I was the cleric there, and they didn't say that at all. They even refused my offer to heal with no use of my gifts, alchemy or anything of the sorts. How rude of someone to slander someones name. I'm sure the woman just didn't desire to be helped by others. Not everyone enjoys such owing someone something"

Scorpion Druid Elenora reads in boredom until she sees her daughters name under dedicant. She would blink a few times, her jaw tightening up as she hadn't been told about this. She would rub her bandaged eye a bit, grunting as she casts it aside. "Huh.. I thought the idea was to stay out of circle drama. But of course.. Someone isn't going to be happy with this.. I know I'm not."

Delmira de Castro glances at the reports given to her about such event, reading it over a few times "They just don't know when to give up... Do they?"

Queen Susanne de Castro has a maid read the letter aloud. The Queen would let out a shaky breath, clutching a pillow upon her lap as it was read, nodding her head slowly to each word. After it had finished, the Queen would take a slow breath, thinking back to her prior meeting with the High Prince of Veris. "Zey have my full support. Most defiantly, after vat I had..Vat has.. happened.." She would pause in her words, slowing down, before moving to stand, brushing off her dress "Lets go down to ze kitchen. I've been itching to make muffins, perhaps a muffin basket vill suffice as a danke for ze orders? Ja?" ------------------------------- Sophia Alexandra Markwardt nods her head lightly to Haila, picking off some stained blood upon her outfit "Personally, I had enough of that city the moment some man tried to fight me for a body of Sif- that frost mother.. And the final nail? Was when one of those spooks in the city tried to hurt my daughter.. She was only 4."

Sophia Alexandra Markwardt hears about the news, her eyes widening in excitement. She would begin to freak out much as she does when her other pairings get together, much like any married woman would do. She would begin to plot her next pairing, needing now someone else's love life to fuss with

Crowned Queen Susanne de Castro would grin excitedly, moving to send a swift letter in return in notice that her family will attend, along with the Royal house of Santegia.

10th of The Deep Cold, 1619 The throne room within Santegia filled with people for the first time in a long time. The attendees would range from Humans to Orcs, all gathered for a cause. Guards and knights stood guard by the throne and down into the crowds, sown about. The voices all spoke excitedly as they prepared for the event that was long over do. The decorations were much like a perfect scene, candles lined against the walls and elegant banners of yellow and black. However, when the main doors were pushed open, the room’s sounds died out like a candle in the wind. Silence took hold of the room, all eyes upon the ones entering. Abdes de Savin stepped forth into the room dressed in royal clothes. All eyes followed him as he descended up the steps, his long cloak swayed with each step he took. The man's eyes casted to those in attendance, giving smiles or nods to those he knew strongly. The guards around would tighten their stance, looking around carefully for anything that could go awry. Abdes took forth the spot in front of his throne, his eyes looking about the subjects that had filled the throne room. After a few moments, his gaze turned back to the still opened doors. Susanne de Castro next glided into the throne room, guided in by her husband, Grand Knight Elias de Castro. Her smile was brighter than some of the candles as she walked, her dress of blues and greens like the ocean trailing behind her. The Walden woman would stop at the steps of the dais, nodding to her husband to let her go. As he did, the woman started up the steps to stand before her throne, next to Abdes. The two exchanged a smile and a nod, before looking out. A bishop stepped forward, a child following quickly after him holding two rather old decorated boxes. Walking before the two, the bishop began to speak first to Abdes, his voice seeming to shout into the filled silent room. The people gathered seem to cling to each word, the oaths being spoken. After the bishop had finished his words with Abdes, he turned to Susanne, repeating them just as clear and just as loud. The woman would never take the smile from her face, swearing her oaths just as her brother in law next to her did. The bishop stepped back from them, waving the younger boy over to present the boxes. Scrambling quickly, the boy stood before the two and the bishop opening the boxes carefully to present what was inside of each. As the bishop went to take the item out of the first box, both the man and woman in front of the thrones dropped slowly to their knees. The crowd grew more excited with each gesture and each placement, holding their breath for the words to next be uttered. The two stood, crowns placed upon their heads now. They both stood confidently, looking out to the crowds who instantly burst into applause and cheers. The two smiled to each other, moving to ascended to their thrones and take seat. The listened carefully to their people, hearing the cheers: “Long Live King Abdes de Savin!” “Long Live Crowned Queen Susanne de Castro!” “Long Live Santegia!” ((Refrain from Memes- Thank you))

Adrijana Amador sits silently in the darkness of her room, refusing to leave her spot next to the bright burning fire. She would open her eyes slowly, her maid stepping with her lunch, and a stack of letters. Waving off the food, she would place her hands out for the letters. After the maids exit, one by one she would turn to burn each of the letters, her eyes each time barely glancing over the seals. Mid-motion, she would halt, her eyes widening as she saw the familiar words and seal. Without missing a beat, she would quickly discard the other letters to the side, opening her uncle's letter with an excitement she had not felt since her husband had died. She would begin to read the letter, her face draining of both excitement and joy as she read. It would take her what felt like hours to digest the words written upon the parchment, her chest feeling tighter. "Oh Papej Drasko.. please not you too.." She would move to stand, turning to the windows to peer outside, before turning to her door. Pushing it open, she would look to her startled maids whom were more then shocked at the Lady's abrupt actions. "Pozhaluysta will you ready me a cart. Inform Henrik, Ruslan, Diana and Jack that.. their uncle, Drasko is deceased. Inform all four of them they are more then welcome to come with me, I believe I need to go find the rest of my family. Spasibo."

Adrijana Amador sits silently in her home, the curtains drawn to a close. She would silently stare into her hearth, taking a very deep breath as the news would arrive to her. Shaking her head quietly, she would stiffly move to her seat, muttering: "Oh Alywin... I hope you all wait for me..."

Susanne de Castro would write her name, half paying attention as she goes back to her studies. ((Lmploded))

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Sophia Alexandra Markwardt uses the parchment as kindle on a cold day.