Patricia
Not Death's Bitca
Myra and Corelas sat on the porch over looking Lake Ilinalta, waiting for their friends to arrive, as their children played in the water. They had made sure to set up Slaughterfish and Mudcrab nets around the swimming area. The Dragonborn had abandoned Lakeview Manor, and had turned it in to somewhat of a resort. It worked out well, because there were so many rooms, and it was such a beautiful place. Not to mention the amount of money it raked in each year. They had set the summer up for something special, though. A reunion with their oldest friends. The only ones who were showing up for sure were Carenen and Kaalys. They didn't know what had come of them after the wedding, but they hoped they were happy. Maybe they had children of their own, and they would keep each other company! Myra and Corelas both knew that children preferred the presence of other children, instead of, as their eldest daughter of seventeen so eloquently put it, "Mom and dad's weird friends. Can I please stay home?". But they couldn't wait to see how their lives had been for the past few years. They themselves had made a nice time of it. Myra had a part time job teaching Conjuration at the college, and running a trinket shop, and Corelas had been promoted to Legate, and most of all, they had created a gaggle of children. There was the oldest, a daughter of seventeen, named Ninane, the fourth child, a son Lollen, and the third child, a daughter Linilia, both fourteen, twins in fact. Then there were the young children, Olwen, the son, who was nine, and the youngest, Maranyn, three years old, who was by far the most special. Ninane looked a lot like her mother, but with her fathers eyes and hair, Lollen and Linilia looked more like their father, but with their mother's blue eyes and red hair. Olwen had red hair, and looked the most imperial out of the bunch. But Maranyn... Maranyn had almost translucent shimmery blonde hair, and bright fierce gray eyes. They had never seen gray eyes before, and at first they were afraid that their baby daughter had been cursed, but when they saw how warm she was, and how sweet and pretty she was, they knew they had been blessed by Mara and Dibella (It was most likely a product of mutation, in actuality). They named Maranyn after Mara. Their children had odd personalities as well. Maranyn was still a baby, so you couldn't really tell past the normal screen of sweetness, but Olwen was a very quiet child, not in the way of his mother. He spent his time painting and drawing, and crafting all alone. Unless Grandpa Gerrick visited, then they'd spend hours together, teaching each other how to do new things, or showing off their latest work. Olwen work dark clothing and kept his hair long, trying to look more like his siblings, who had all inherited the elf genes more than the Imperial genes. He keeps a small blank book and charcol pencil nearby. Lollen and Linilia were friendly and chatty, but were mostly obedient children, and seemed to be attached at the hip. They were loving the resort so far, and they did as many water games as they could. They couldn't wait to meet their aunt and uncle, and maybe even some cousins! At least, that's what mom and dad called them. They weren't really their blood Aunt and Uncle. Ninane had an attitude, but was really a kind girl, and she loved to cook and make things. ANYTHING. In fact, it was all of the children's skills that kept the trinket shop filled. All in all, they were a well rounded bunch. Ninane was watching the younger children swim, holding Maranyn in her arms, while Olwen hid in the branches of a tree. But Corelas and Myra could sit overlooking their children, drinking and waiting. She didn't know how Corelas felt, as they were mostly Myra's friends, but she was ready to burst with excitement.
