Queens of the Ancient [AW Event]

There was a subtle touch of pride in her ethereal chest as Amorielle confirmed that Aurielle was as keen on history as her father and grandmother had been. She’d had a dying wish, murmured into Surreal and Regulus’ ears that the history of the land, of Valhalla and their family, both blood and adoptive, be passed down accurately, not embellished by pride.

She nodded sympathetically at the subtle tone of desperation in her descendant’s voice and explanation. She knew the desperation. She’d been in the thick of it, with Surreal so sick and seeing her absentee father in the shadows, terrible and violent. While he’d had his faults, Nova had always been loving with their pups up until he and Castiel had vanished on a hunting trip.

There had been a piece of her that knew Nova hadn’t died as Castiel had believed. Her gut, maybe. The anger had been icy and undying, carefully tucked away, that the man had never returned to his family, even if he was almost dead from old age. While she never regretted her five beautiful children, she felt as though the dark male had somehow robbed her of time that could have been spent making a life with Cairo. Carrying his name in more ways than the giving of a man in his last weeks of life.

She shook away the brief memory as Amorielle suggested a patient to study, but as she called for her, Erani shook her head. “It may be better to see her in her den, if possible. Or, are the sick all quarantined in the Alcoves? Maybe the caves further back?”

That would be best. To her memory, while the cave system she’d claimed as the Lead Healer of Valhalla all those years ago was pretty central to the territory, it was secluded enough to serve well as a quarantine station. It had done well during the Weeping Plague.

[Move to next thread after Amory's reply(I can start it if you like lol)??]

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think