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VeronaHills, Round Twenty Six: Tricou (City)

The sands of time settled for Jennail and flipped around for a newborn.

Death incarnate blessed the House of Fallen Trees with its presence; the least it could do for a clan of faeries who turned to the darkness via the more wicked magics. Jennail had wished to be around long enough to see the birth of her granddaughter but she was denied this request and had to leave. Nylissit snatched at the sleeve of Jennail's dress before she faded, promising through tears that she would take care of everyone. The sight brought Delta back to all of her losses - mama, daddy, Mary, Dixie - and she silently resolved to be Nylissit's partner in watching over the House.

Minerva Steele was born only hours later, a little paler than the usual baby, but the perfect shape and size. The family gathered in the dining room to welcome her to the world, and to plan Jennail's farewell at Gothier Green Lawns.

The matriarch would return to the earth to nourish the next generation.

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VeronaHills, Round Twenty Seven: Tricou (City)

It appeared Minerva had little chlorophyll running through her veins.

Margaret couldn't help baring her canines when members of the Tricou family brought up their curse, even her one and only Fricorith. The sun was literally a ball of fire burning up the earth's atmosphere and, in a growing number of cases, making people sick. Why could they not see the blessing of being taken under the gentle glow of the moon instead? Her own family had accepted the consequence of consuming milk of the Laganaphyllis gladly. She was the last of them, with the green of the earth filtering out of their blood many generations ago, so it was up to her to change perceptions of the fae in the House of Fallen Trees.

The current family head, Nylissit, was a flighty one. Recently retired from being paid to attend parties as one of the city's only old money socialites, she now spent her days sucking the flesh of plasma fruits with her arm draped over her wife Delta on the couch. She once volunteered to feed a bottle of formula to Minerva but that was about it on the supporting-the-family front. Margaret recalled the former head Jennail, and Jennicor before her, being far more proactive leaders, but perhaps a mind at leisure was more easily convinced.

"Yeah, sure," Nylissit said with a hand wave in response to Margaret's moon-praising monologue. "Might as well accept who we are, I suppose."

Well, that was easy. Fricorith, now aged like fine plasma fruit wine, was next. Somehow Margaret had a feeling her husband would be on board.