#irinde

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((So as I'm sitting here, enjoying my day off, I have a thought about Tarene's parents.

Heceri and Irinde both had a lot of kids at a young age. Like, a really young age. Both of them were roughly 200 when Anaril and Gladroon were born, and Irinde was only about 350 or so when she died. They had five kids in, like, 100 years. They were both on their own, and leaving behind traumatic experiences (Heceri with the Oblivion Crisis, and Irinde with her split from Haaki's descendants), though these experiences didn't occur at the same time. They met, fell in love, got married and had kids in a whirlwind, and neither of them really had any guidance about starting a family from their own parents. Irinde was raised by Haaki I, who he died following the Oblivion Crisis (though not from it, surprisingly), and Heceri's parents disappeared during the Crisis, and never resurfaced. By any Elven lifespans I've seen, they would just barely be adults at best, and still young teens at worst. I mean, I guess it happens, but whoops…..now I've got so many plot bunnies for Irinde and Heceri's Adventures in First-Time Parenting.))

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Headcanon 17

The only family member who knew Tarene had left home the night of the fire was Erissa, as she had seen him off with the gift of her cloak earlier that night. So when Irinde first escaped the fire, and didn't see her little boy, she thought he was still trapped inside.

She ran back into the flames, but found Tarene's room empty. The roof collapsed on her before she could search elsewhere. Irinde died from a broken spine and asphyxiation, still certain her boy was somewhere close. Erissa tried to follow her mother, screaming that Tarene wasn't there, and the floor gave way beneath her. She was crushed to death by debris when the roof fell in.

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((Just so y'all know writing with Irinde and Little!Tarene is my favorite thing to do so if you ever have an idea just know that my askbox is wide open))

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✢ for a good memory that makes them smile

Barely had dawn broken than was Tarene up out of bed and scrambling to get dressed. He’d hardly been able to sleep the night before, but the excitement kept him wide awake. Gone were the days of watching sullenly as College expeditions left him behind at the gates; he’d been trailing with his mother for months, and today was the day he was going to venture out at her side. An official ‘Draugr exterminator’ (as his father said)!"You couldn’t sleep either, could ye, lad?" Tarene turned to face the voice in the doorway, and his smile widened."Morning, mama!" The young mer chirped in a stage-whisper. Other people were still trying to sleep at this early hour, and the rooms had no doorways to speak of. "I just wanted to make sure I didn’t sleep in this time. Anaril said you might leave without me if I did."

ღ for a drabble about a romance/their love life

When Tarene stepped into his room that night - returning from a late study session that had seemed frustratingly fruitless - the young mer dropped his armful of books in surprise. Candles sat alight on nearly every surface, filling the windowless room with a flickering orange glow, and a trail of red mountain flower petals led from the doorway to the bed, where a whole bloom lay, tied to a rolled up piece of parchment with a red ribbon. Tarene scrambled across the room, his face turning red as his steps scattered the flower petals, and he wondered how long they had been there. The College rooms didn’t have any doors - what if people had walked by and seen this? He grabbed up the note and hurriedly untied the ribbon, eager to read the note that had been left waiting.’The Frozen Hearth, 1am, usual room.' Read the note in a familiar, flowing script. 'Don’t be late~’

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Q&A: Highlock Edition

For the next twelve hours, Heceri and Irinde Highlock (the parents of Tarene, Gladroon, Anaril, etc.) will be available for questions and RP though Irinde may have to be a ghost, depending on the setting!

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[Tarene's Parents] Tell the story of how you met.

"Well, it’s a funny story…" Heceri began with a grin, and Irinde rolled her eyes in preparation for another of her husband’s unnecessarily detailed retellings. "We were both studying at the College at the time, and I had been helping Master Barnard - Gods rest his soul, but he’s long gone now - with his research on necromantic enchantments. He wanted to figure out how the Nordic Draugr survived in undeath for so long without a living necromancer to maintain them. It wasn’t exactly illegal work, I’ll admit, but so long as no-one was hurt by the research, Archmage Koreth never objected-" Irinde nudged her husband in the ribs, and rather sharply at that."Ceri, that’s a little more backstory than the greymage needs." She whispered. Heceri rubbed his now sore ribcage, but nodded."Right, right, sorry….anyway, Barnard had requested that I actually go inside one of the crypts he was researching and bring him one of these Draugr…hmm, ‘alive’ isn’t quite the right world, but he wanted one still ‘active’. Of course, I was terrified." The Altmer admitted freely. "I was proficient in Destruction magic at the time, but I’d never had much cause to use it against anything but trolls and bears - not against the undead!""So he asked me if I would accompany him." Irinde spoke up, taking over the storytelling to speed things along. "It was no secret that I was raised by Nords, after all, and I was far better with a sword than he was. Still am, to." She added, pretending not to notice her mate’s indignant look. "We got inside without trouble, but I was a bit too-""Fervent. Ardent. Zealous." Heceri supplied."Enthusiastic." Irinde nudged her husband again, earning a gasp. "The Draugr we met kept falling too quickly, and we had to go further and further into the crypt trying to find one that could stand up to at least one of my swings.""We ended up going a bit too far," Heceri cut in. "And we - I!" He quickly supplied as Irinde readied another nudge. "I….accidentally triggered a defense mechanism that trapped us inside.""We had no choice but to keep going, and try to find the secondary exit, if there was one." Irinde continued. "Ended up fighting the rest of the crypt, and some sort of priest near the end. That one was stronger than the other Draugr, and he nearly had me. Until-""I saved her life." Heceri piped up cheerily. Irinde made a face, but didn’t jab his ribs again. As much as she would disagree, he spoke the truth, after all. "Shock magic from behind. Reduced that bonewalker to a pile of ash." He grinned proudly. "He had this fascinating mask that survived unscathed, though. I thought Barnard might be interested in it, so I took it back with us. He wasn’t, and told me to keep it - he was much more fascinated with the Draugr.""We did eventually get that Draugr." Irinde added. "We found one of the one from the final chamber still clinging to ‘unlife’, so we tied it up and dragged it back to the College. Barnard took it straight down to the Midden, and we didn’t see him again for two months." She recalled."I guess you could say that adventure was a bonding experience." Heceri chuckled. "Before we’d left, Irinde and I had been nothing but classmates, but after…well, I think you can guess the history from there."

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[I recall you saying you needed more headcanons for Azihana and Haaki, so how 'bout those two? I guess you could answer these for whichever muse you prefer, though :3] ✿, ☮ & ☄

((I'm responding SO LATE but you are the absolute best!!!))

✿ - Happy headcanon

Azihana believes in writing just about everyone who does something nice for her a thank-you note…especially now that she's in Skyrim. Her written Tamrielic is far better than her spoken Tamrielic, and she loves to show off her writing.

Haaki has pretty good relationships with all three of his sisters. He often trades letters with them, and always eagerly looks for the courier when entering a new town.

☮ - Friendship headcanon

Azihana will consider anyone who doesn't immediately register as 'bad' as a 'friend'. To date, she has no filter, and treats just about everyone she meets as if they've been friends all their lives.

Haaki will automatically consider someone an 'acquaintance' if they help each other/have a pleasant conversation/etc., but it takes a lot more for him to call someone 'friend'. Usually killing something together, like a troll or a dragon or a vampire. Kill something tough with him, and you'll be his new best friend.

☄ - Food headcanon

Azihana's 'sticky' paws aren't always metaphorical. She has a serious sweet tooth for anything sugary, sweet and glazed. She doesn't always bother with asking for/buying the treat first, either.

Haaki has a taste for bitter drinks, but not foods. He detests bitter foods, actually…but to him, all 'sweet' drinks are always TOO sweet.

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((Gonna be offline most of the day. I've got a lot of client work to do (future projects, yay!), some headcanons to work on (yes!), AND I really need to buckle down and finish Haaki's profile, so I can add it to the blog and finally be able to validate him as a character. XD See y'all tomorrow!))