#avryn

[zayrenvie]

Ravien and Ramian’s spam art 

i spam because i haven’t put my art of em in here and i drew them a lot, there’s still more but the others i haven’t put the watermark yet so here enjoy these drawings

[zayrenvie]

modern AU

This is my OCs Ravien and Ramian, and i love them so much. plus they’re twins 

[skittlemeister]

A Mother’s Goodbye

I remember the day she was born like it was yesterday. A skilled surgeon and priest had to be brought in because she was taking too long. The surgeon cut me open, and the priest was there to make sure I wouldn't bleed to death, or so they told me. Honestly, I think he was there only for the babe, to make sure everything was alright with her.

Avryn was there the entire time, standing calmly beside the bedside like a statue. The man was always so stoic and cold in times of stress, but I was thankful for it. If he had been worried, I might have worried, too, but things went smoothly.

Our little girl was born with a shock of black hair, just like mine. Everything about her seemed absolutely perfect. The look on Avryn's face when they wrapped her up and placed her in his arms was priceless. I watched the statue crumble to reveal the man beneath. Complete and utter terror, but there was no doubting the love in his eyes. He loved her from the moment he set eyes on her. I wish I could have said the same.

The child seemed foreign to me. I was told that it might take some time for the bond to be made, but even after the first feeding, the first everythings, it never felt right. She must have felt it too, because she was hardly calm in my arms, but was always quieted when Avryn held her and hushed her to sleep. I was never meant to be a mother. It was painfully obvious.

No, I wasn't jealous of Avryn. In fact, when he took her up in his arms, I felt freed and relieved. I much preferred him dealing with her, so I could work on my recovery. It was around three days after her birth that I realized what I had to do.

The packing was an easy task. I hardly had any sentimental possessions, so it took all of an hour to place all I owned in a few saddlebags. Yes, I shouldn't have been traveling, especially after such a difficult ordeal. Did I care? Not really.

I told Avryn that I wasn't fit to the task of raising our daughter. I was expecting him to try to convince me otherwise, but that was not the man I fell in love with. The stony expression settled on his fine features, and he nodded, telling me he expected such. Within minutes, I was down the road from the small house we were going to call our home.

Now, I see a young woman standing at the end of the docks. She's been there for three days, and I recognize that stony countenance so very well. There is no doubt that the white haired girl is Avryn's daughter. I have no right to claim her any longer.

His ship sits anchored at Wintersun Harbor, and I watch the young woman race towards it, despite being weighed down it what looks to be heavy black robing. It's shocking to the system to see him again after two centuries of being apart, even from a safe distance. Avryn remains as calm and statuesque as ever, but the softening of his expression once he sets eyes on Valaeda is the same as when he first saw her.

I can only sit back and observe. At least they have each other.

[yvraine]

A Letter to a Daughter

Valaeda,

We are both fortunate that your grandmother took you in, that your Aunt Adrya has a gentle heart. We are fortunate that despite my  birth as an Ashen son, the two of them found it in their hearts to accept you. If I gave you, I could not return. This was the price I paid for your proper upbringing, and I understood that since I was a boy.

I understand now that your Aunt is Matriarch, as I was told she would be. She has always been strong, and as far as anyone could tell from without, made of steel. She has born many children into her family, I understand. I've only seen the eldest ones. She does not take the babes into public very often, but the whispers are there.

She has been good to you, I know. I have seen you with her in the Exchange, laughing and smiling from when you were just a little girl until this day that you have grown into your own. You look like a proper Blackdawn. You fit in. I am glad for it.

I wish that my watch over you could be enough of an apology for leaving you to the family. I wonder if what I did speaks for itself to you. As much as you may have enjoyed our time in Stranglethorn, wandering the wilds on my back or in my arms, this was the better life for you.

Look at how beautiful you've grown. Your aunt and your grandmother must be so proud to see their blood in you. You look like her, your grandmother. Despite her terrible temperament, no matter where I went, she was praised as a beautiful woman.

I am thankful that despite casting me out she found room in her heart for her grandchild. I am thankful that they all found room in their hearts for you, my little bird.

Signed,

Avryn Dawnscorn