“I’m watching you this time…”
[!] For the following weeks, up until the funeral, it’s as though her footsteps were imprinted permanently into the dirt paths of Mitrona and the sands of Sunscape. Her laughter through the tavern and palace. Her smile in the corner of the room– only for it to disappear once looked at. Elaine was everywhere but nowhere simultaneously. Silently, quietly, cheering you all on.
[!] Do not metagame this section.
┏━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━┓
A towering Azari’cerr walked through the palace. A ring of keys in her right hand. She seemed disgruntled, her own heavy look. She seemed no more than eighteen in elven years. However, the scar across her eye aged her significantly. The young adult seemed to be unlocking every door in the bedroom halls and swinging them open. It smelled fresh of death. It didn’t seem to phase her. Once every door was unlocked, she walked up to the outside greenhouse. A letter over a circular object. It read the following,
“N’vaestīl,
You deserve this. Run with pride and look after my babies.
Elaine.”
The handwriting was sloppy, with red ink, as if the woman writing it couldn’t be still for just eleven words. After looking over the letter, her eyes darted to the object she was referring to. A gold crown. With a deep amber stone set in the middle. She quickly crumbled up the letter and threw it. She reached towards the crown with hungry hands and placed it atop her temples. The woman looked for pen and paper, trying to remember every ounce of how to write common in the meantime.
┗━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━┛
[The following will be public knowledge]
07.01.1547
The Amber Dawn
[!] A short letter on the noticeboards of all colonies of Mitrona, and one sent to Luminion.
“I am N’vaestīl “Izara” Vobisere. Hand-picked by my predecessor, I am crowned the fourth Khari’cerr. All meetings will come in due time.”
It didn’t seem as though she was much for words. Or writing for that matter.
[!] For the following weeks, up until the funeral, it’s as though her footsteps were imprinted permanently into the dirt paths of Mitrona and the sands of Sunscape. Her laughter through the tavern and palace. Her smile in the corner of the room– only for it to disappear once looked at. Elaine was everywhere but nowhere simultaneously. Silently, quietly, cheering you all on.
[!] Do not metagame this section.
┏━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━┓
A towering Azari’cerr walked through the palace. A ring of keys in her right hand. She seemed disgruntled, her own heavy look. She seemed no more than eighteen in elven years. However, the scar across her eye aged her significantly. The young adult seemed to be unlocking every door in the bedroom halls and swinging them open. It smelled fresh of death. It didn’t seem to phase her. Once every door was unlocked, she walked up to the outside greenhouse. A letter over a circular object. It read the following,
“N’vaestīl,
You deserve this. Run with pride and look after my babies.
Elaine.”
The handwriting was sloppy, with red ink, as if the woman writing it couldn’t be still for just eleven words. After looking over the letter, her eyes darted to the object she was referring to. A gold crown. With a deep amber stone set in the middle. She quickly crumbled up the letter and threw it. She reached towards the crown with hungry hands and placed it atop her temples. The woman looked for pen and paper, trying to remember every ounce of how to write common in the meantime.
┗━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━┛
[The following will be public knowledge]
07.01.1547
The Amber Dawn
[!] A short letter on the noticeboards of all colonies of Mitrona, and one sent to Luminion.
“I am N’vaestīl “Izara” Vobisere. Hand-picked by my predecessor, I am crowned the fourth Khari’cerr. All meetings will come in due time.”
It didn’t seem as though she was much for words. Or writing for that matter.
