closed starter for: nayara kaelvorn & lenore kaelvorn || @mctanoias place: the kaelvorn quarters time: the day the kaelvorn arrived
Nayara takes a moment to appreciate the beauty of the Kal’thera Coven through her window as their family begins to settle into their assigned quarters. It is a beautiful sight, she must admit, and one that almost settles the quiet discontent that had been planted on her chest since Lenore had told her of her plans. A part of her had always understood that once elevated to her new position the possibility of growing old on Yverhald Keep grew less and less likely. Yet, despite it all, she mourns the realization. Her days at her home are counted, depending on which house takes Lenore’s hand. One day, she will not be able to return to her mountains and call them home, but at the very least she can say that the hollow that will become her new home is beautiful. It’s not quite enough, not to quieten the feeling of preemptive loss, but she is nothing but a dutiful daughter and she will do as Lenore wants of her, even if she will always yearn for Drakathar.
Letting out a deep sigh, she steps away from the window still and makes her way to Lenore’s chambers. Best if she touches base with her before she starts exploring the Coven. She had already noted some of the servant paths, and a few areas she wants to explore, but she wants to ask her sister what her plans are. She cannot afford to blunder like she had done with Lord Garramoth the senior, as miniscule as that error had been in the grand scale of things.
Knocking at the frame of Nora’s door, she awaits for her sister to call her in.
“It’s Nayara.”