#siov

[siltstrider]

there’s a genre of screenshots in my screenshot folder that is essentially just siov getting into Very High places where she shouldn’t be able to get to and i think thats very in character for her

[azaikit]

stars in our veins

I have a modern fantasy au?? I don’t want to post this to ao3 bc my timeline has changed but , , , i still like it and also the Peredhil kids and Aragorn are Good

Whispers shifted at the edges of Aragorn's consciousness, pulling him from the dark mists of his dreams. With great reluctance, he found himself awake.

Brow furrowing, Aragorn twisted in his blankets, instinctively reaching for his girlfriend. When his fingers grasped nothing but empty sheets — startlingly cool despite the warm night — Aragorn sat up, blinking bemusedly in the dusky light.

New York — eternally awake, even when in the throes of night — glittered faintly beyond the gauzy white curtains that covered the windows. The quiet felt pervasive and unnatural; it felt as if a haze had fallen over the normal honking and nightlife of the city.

Aragorn had just opened his mouth to call for Arwen — their apartment wasn't very big, after all — when he heard her voice, lowered to a whisper.

"—won't tell Ada, and that's why you're here, isn't it?"

Another voice, lower and indistinctive, responded. Aragorn's frown deepened. That vice, muffled though it was, tugged at something in his memories, like a once beloved dream.

Arwen's soft murmur sharpened into something more dangerous. "I said I wouldn't. But I still think you should tell him."

Another indistinct reply sounded, different from the first but still eerily similar. It was like listening to an echo, or a memory.

"I don't care," Arwen's gentle voice replied, "He worries. He deserves to know that you're still alive."

With mounting concern, Aragorn kicked his legs over the side of the bed and padded silently into the living room. The shadows in the apartment seemed to come alive at this time of night, twisting and fumbling and seeking to tear themselves away and join their fellows in the night sky.

It's the witching hour, Arwen always said, voice glittering with traces of star-bright laughter.

Without a sound, he poked his head through the hall, seeking his girlfriend's dark hair and summer-blue night gown. He found her easily, a brilliant wisp of a dream in the quaint lamplight of their almost painfully mundane living room. She sat on the arm of the couch, bent over another figure, her pale fingers flashing as she wrapped a strip of gauze around pale flesh.

For a second, Aragorn thought he was seeing double. Two seemingly young men sat perched on the couch, long limbs sprawled carelessly on the suede. They were raven-haired and fair of face, with slate-grey eyes and danger in their footsteps. There was a strange feyness to the slant of their eyes and the overwhelming grace of their bodies, a trait they shared with the lovely girl standing over them.

But unlike Arwen, there was a haggardness to their faces, a terrible sickliness that seemed to cling to their bones and seep from their pores.

Aragorn knew them both, knew their every mood and jibe, and their state both startled and worried him.

Now content that Arwen hadn't summoned a demon while he'd been sleeping, Aragorn entered the room fully, scuffing his heels on the floor as he did so.

Arwen looked up, the movement bird-like in its abruptness, and her lips twitched into their customary smile: brief but genuine, like the moon at its height.

But the twins reacted as if they'd seen a ghost, faces paling and jaws falling slack. "Estel?" Elladan asked, puzzled, "What are you doing here?"

Aragorn leaned against the couch beside Arwen, dismayed at seeing the bloody cuts that covered both twins. The first-aid kit was propped open on Elrohir's lap, and the younger twin twisted around to stare at Aragorn.

Arwen made a clicking sound in the back of her throat. "Don't move unless you want me to make this hurt."

Elrohir dropped back into his previous position, watching Arwen warily as she stitched up a particularly bad cut on his arm.

"What happened to you two?!" Aragorn demanded, shocked. He'd grown up sparring with the twins, and he'd never seen them with anything worse than minor bruises.

Elladan, who was not being tended to and thus could move however he wished, swiveled his head to stare at Aragorn, fathomless grey eyes narrowing. "Why are you here?"

"I live here," Aragorn replied patiently, already reaching for the alcohol swabs to clean the cuts on Elladan's face. "Now tell me what happened."

Elladan was as poor a patient as ever, twisting out of the way when Aragorn tried to clean his face. "But why do you live here?"

Arwen finished her task and fixed her oldest brother with a sharp stare. "I'd like to know what happened as well."

Elladan ducked under Aragorn, who mumbled something inappropriate under his breath, and protested, "But, Arwen, why is Estel living with you?"

For the first time that night, the vicious creature that dwelt beneath Arwen's skin was revealed. Eyes piercing, she smiled deliberately, teeth suddenly sharp beneath her thin lips. "Elladan."

Elladan immediately sat still, and Aragorn happily began cleaning the grime from his cuts. Stripped from his humor and bristling, he felt suddenly brittle, as fragile as a fledgling fallen from the nest. His skin felt papery beneath Aragorn's fingers, and he frowned to see the thin black threads — like forgotten shadows — that twisted beneath Elladan's skin.

Elrohir shifted until he was at his twin's side, gaze oddly defiant. "We've been putting to right what is wrong."

Aragorn tossed his swab into the trash and replied warily, "Righting wrongs is not always your right." He knew his brothers, knew how quick to anger they were.

They made a sorry sight, sitting on the couch with their marble skin marred by strange cuts and all-too-human bandages. Darkness lurked beneath their eyes, and there was a stalwart defiance in the sets of their shoulders. But exhaustion exuded from them both in waves, and Elladan seemed nearly sick with it.

There were those who said Elrohir was the gentler of the twins.

They would be wrong.

Elrohir's lips drew back into a feral snarl, and a streak of raven feathers erupted across his skin. "We did not come here to be judged by you!" The feathers faded, and his skin returned to its unnatural whiteness. The cuts that Arwen had not covered stood out, starkly scarlet against his star-pale flesh. "By either of you," he added, almost as an afterthought.

Of the three blood siblings, Arwen had always been the intellectual one. Elladan and Elrohir were the ones with their souls forged in flames; Arwen had always belonged to the stars, distant and cold. "Yes, but you came anyways and knew we would.” She paused, considering, and amended, “Or, you knew I would. You didn’t know Aragorn was here. Tell us what happened, El."

Elrohir looked down, unexpectedly chastised by the childish nickname. Aragorn seized the lull in the conversation and extended his hands towards the younger twin, fingers brushing feather-light above his injuries. A power — as natural and unexplainable as the universe itself — shifted, pooling at Aragorn's fingers and spilling into Elrohir. The burning of his cuts calmed, and his flesh knitted itself back together.

Elladan raised his head to look at his sister, allowing her to see the emotions that stormed beneath his glassy grey eyes. "We need somewhere safe to stay, Arwen."

There was history in those words, history that Aragorn didn't understand, and he paused in his work to frown at his girlfriend.

A shadow passed over her face, and her voice was carefully neutral when she spoke. "You've been hunting the Corrupted?"

Elrohir felt the shock that lanced through Aragorn at those words, and his eyes flashed fleetingly to him. "It's not as bad as she makes it sound."

"No," Aragorn agreed, "It's not. It's worse." He drew his hands away, for his hands were shaking now, and he didn't want the healing bond to be active when he was so distressed. "The Corrupted are twisted abominations of that which was fairest. They’re dangerous." There was some resentment in his tone, just the barest whisper of anger. He loved the twins, but he would forever be angry with them for vanishing without a trace on his eighteenth birthday, taking nothing but the clothes on their backs and the ceremonial longswords that hung in Elrond's study.

Elrond had been shattered to discover his sons had left, vanished into the night as they had decaded prior, and Aragorn had missed them terribly.

A bright light — foul and foreign — entered Elrohir's eyes, and he insisted, "We're dangerous too, Estel! Elladan and I— it is our sacred duty to keep the streets free of those monsters."

"But you needn't vanish for years on end!" Aragorn said abruptly, louder than he'd intended to.

Both twins flinched, for Aragorn so rarely raised his voice. He'd always been a happy child, and he'd grown into a noble adult.

"You don't understand!" Elrohir cried, making to stand. But Elladan grabbed his arm and kept him down.

"We have other people to fight," Aragorn protested. "Glorfindel has always kept the peace in Imladris—"

"But Imladris' borders don't even reach Maine," Elladan said quietly, "And Glorfindel cannot protect everybody."

Confused, Aragorn asked, "So you take it upon yourselves to singlehandedly hunt down all of the Corrupted?"

"If that is what it takes to protect innocents, then yes," Elrohir snapped.

Frustrated, Aragorn demanded, "Do you know how many of them there are on the East Coast alone?"

Arwen's voice, soft but powerful, cut through their argument. "Naneth died to give us a second chance."

The twins flushed angrily and, for a second, something foreign and ugly and dangerous filled their eyes. Elladan exclaimed, "And we're taking it by avenging her!"

Arwen's eyes flashed, and something very old awoke within her. "She didn't die so you could waste your souls on something as foul as revenge! Did you learn nothing from Ada's lessons? Would you honor her memory by squandering your souls on killing?"

"What else would you have us do?!" Elrohir cried, voice cracking. "Go to a school that can teach us nothing? Buy an apartment in New York? Live with our little brother?"

Arwen stood still as a statue, but there was something darkly angry under her passive expression. "Aragorn is not my bother. I was not raised with him, and what little blood we share has been diluted enough that I don't care. I don't care if you think college is useless! I'm not telling you to live my life. I'm telling you to live. You deserve so much better than devoting your life to vengeance."

Aragorn murmured, "Ada will be happy to see you again. He hasn't been the same since you left."

Something crumpled beneath Elladan's eyes. "I- I don't know if I can do that," he whispered, and everybody in the room noted his switch from we to I.

"You can," Arwen said fiercely, reaching forwards and grasping his hands, "You can let go of your anger and your revenge and even your oath!"

Elladan just stared miserably at her. "You don't understand," he said, but the words were weaker than before. "We've spent so many years hunting. If we give up now, what was it all for?"

Elrohir cut off whatever Arwen had been about to say, eyes blazing. "We can't just stop! We swore an oath, Arwen!"

"Then break it," she replied, matter-of-factly.

Elrohir's lips curled into a sneer. "You don't understand."

"But I do!" Arwen exclaimed, her frustration finally breaking her calm mask. Something swift tore across her face, and she leaped from the couch and turned away from them. "You don't! I loved Nana just as much as you did, but I don't go on a massacre because she died!" She turned abruptly, star-bright eyes suddenly glittering with tears. "Can't you see that you're doing nothing but hurting everybody?"

Taken aback, Elrohir could only stare. Aragorn scowled at his brothers, and raised his head to look at Arwen. He felt her mind, feather-light, touch upon his, and he sent a wave of reassurance to her. The panic in her eyes faded a little, but she didn't stop crying.

Elladan slowly stood, and it didn't escape Aragorn's notice that he was favoring his right leg. "Oh, no, don't cry." Dismayed, he tried to step forwards, but Arwen stopped him with a look. "Arwen, please. We're sorry. I'm sorry. I just—" He trailed off, clearly miserable.

Quietly, Elrohir murmured, "I'm sorry too." He looked sheepishly from his blood sister to his foster brother. "We've been idiots, haven't we?"

"Yes!" Arwen cried, tearfully furious, "You need to grieve, not kill." She sniffed and rubbed at her eyes.

Aragorn perched on the opposite side of the couch and asked, "You'll stop disappearing now?"

Elrohir shrugged. "We'll try. We can't break our oath."

Aragorn only knew bits and pieces of the twins's story. He'd picked up hints and whispers and sorrow from his foster father and from Arwen, and it horrified him to learn that his brothers had truly sworn to wipe out the Corrupted.

"But you can visit home more often," he suggested, tactfully not mentioning the last three years that had passed without a word from either twin.

"Or not bring swords to Thanksgiving," Arwen added, "And . . . I know I cannot ask you to break your oath. Just . . . please don’t be so reckless." She alighted on the suede, hair fanning out on the back of the couch, and Aragorn instinctively reached out to rest his hand o her shoulder.

Elladan closed his eyes. "I don't know if we can stop, Arwen."

"You can," she said decisively, "Hunting the Corrupted is not a bad thing, El. But to do so out of hate? For revenge? That will destroy your souls."

Both twins flinched and Aragorn's eyes widened. "It has, hasn't it?" His grey eyes suddenly flashed silver, and the sleep-mussed human man that had been sitting there moments ago was replaced by something otherworldly. To his eyes, Arwen gleamed with starlight. She was pure and beautiful and whole; she belonged here. But the twins. . . .

Their souls were torn nearly to ribbons, blackened feathers drifting from pale strings that strained to hold skin onto bones and life onto flesh.

Horrified, Aragorn reached out. "You can't Phase anymore, can you?" His fingers touched Elladan's knee, lightly, and the older twin flinched as though struck. Milky light streamed from Aragorn into Elladan, soothing the rifts in his soul.

Elladan relaxed against the couch, eyes fluttering shut. "Estel, we haven't been able to Phase since Nana died."

Arwen shuddered and ran her hands over her bare arms. "I can't imagine being trapped in my own skin."

Elladan cracked one eye open. "It's not fun," he said miserably.

Aragorn maneouvred around Arwen to repeat the process with Elrohir. Elrohir protested at first, but Aragorn firmly placed his hands on the younger twin's shoulders. "I've gotten better since last time," he said mildly, "I won't turn your skin blue."

"As if I'd trust you," Elrohir said, his voice trembling with the memory of the banter they'd once had.

Aragorn flashed a brief smile, unsure if he had forgiven his brothers yet, and sent his power into Elrohir. The younger twin immediately sighed and fell limply against Elladan, eyes slipping shut as well.

Arwen unfolded herself from where she sat, eyes lidded with exhaustion. "They'll fall asleep soon," she murmured.

"That's good," Aragorn replied, holding his arms out to her. "They need healing, and lots of it. How long have they been hunting?"

Arwen threw herself at him, her form shifting into a raven halfway through her leap. He caught her and held her close to his chest, taking comfort in her familiar feathers. In his mind, she said, Too long.

"That's true enough," he agreed, checking one last time to make sure the twins were alright. They were both sound asleep, expressions peaceful for the first time that night. "They'll need Ada to see to their souls. I'm not sure if they'll ever be whole enough to Phase again."

In his arms, Arwen trembled, and he ran his fingers over the soft feathers on her head. They wouldn't have come to us if they hadn't been injured. Their promises tonight might just be their exhaustion.

"I'll text Ada in the morning," Aragorn said decisively, turning to head back to the bedroom, "And I'm linked to them right now. I'll notice if they leave."

They'll be angry, she murmured, They've spent so long avoiding any sort of comfort.

Aragorn shrugged. Arwen shifted and took to the air. By the time she hit the bed, she was human again, her night-dress stained pitch black, and she curled up in the covers and closed her eyes.

Smiling softly at her, Aragorn settled in beside her. "They'll be alright though," he murmured, burying his face in her hair, "We won't let them fall into darkness again."

She turned to grasp his hand, and he could feel the stars beneath her skin. "Not ever again."

(The Peredhil are shape-shifters in this world. Aragorn, who’s descended from Elros, isn’t able to Phase like Arwen can because his “other” blood is too diluted by “human” blood, but he has enough “otherness” to heal)

[siltstrider]

askdhflksdgfj i keep forgetting just how SHORT bretons are because in game siov will walk up to someone and be fucking TINY in comparison. this is why she gets thrown around like a sack of potatoes shes just so SHORT.

[siltstrider]

6′1 greatsword wielding shipbuilding colovian vs 5′3 magic-wielding reachwoman who has a tendency to get herself into impossibly high places. who will win.

[siltstrider]

i think my version of the dawnguard would have gone very differently given that vespasia would have immediately adopted serana on sight. just based on vibes. she takes one look at serana and immediately takes her under her wing as she tends to do with kids from broken families who get mixed up in prophecies. siov is given a five second courtesy notice that her wife is adopting another kid again (the kid is fully grown and also older than both of them)

[siltstrider]

i think ive made up my mind and this is how the whole skyrim thing goes down. fair warning this is a VERY long post. 

anyways it really starts around 4e 170, about 30 years before the main events of skyrim with the great war. im not looking up any pages so dates might be a bit off but here we go. character ref page here.

vespasia aquino, her older brother felix, and her younger sister ludovica enlisted with the legion. ludovica trained as a battlemage, while both felix and vespasia were already decent with a greatsword. they were pretty young (late teens - early 20s) at that point. after the white gold concordat was signed, felix was discharged after losing an eye and returned to the aquino shipyard where he rejoined the family business. vespasia continued to serve, climbing the ranks to tribune.

meanwhile, as the reachmen were taking over markarth and the reach, siov joined the fight as a young woman. she enjoyed her time in markarth, where she settled for a few brief years with her parents. during the markarth incident, she ran into vespasia and her men, who broke siov and her entire extended family out of jail (an entire gaggle of cousins, aunts, and uncles) and bought them time to escape. vespasia was badly wounded in the struggle, and after the incident, stayed in markarth to recover. siov, meanwhile, managed to sneak back into the city, trying to smuggle out other reachfolk. while she wasn’t caught, she discovered that she was too late to save anyone else. vespasia hid her and helped smuggle her out of the city again as she was leaving to return home to the gold coast. siov went with her, where on the journey they fell in love. the aquino family loved vess’s new wife, and she fit in well, especially with vespasia’s younger sister faustina. faustina and siov taught each other their alchemy trades, and set up a shop for the next ten years.

during those ten years, vespasia’s younger brother gaius brought home his husband, a redguard named iskandar, whom he had met during their time as a sailor. skand and siov soon became like siblings, and about as mischievous as children. ludovica also returned home, pregnant, and while she wouldn’t say who the father was, she named liviana after her mother’s mother. 

although they were at peace, both vess and skand missed travelling. vess, skand, and their spouses began travelling, first going to to meet skand’s family in hammerfell, then throughout high rock. they eventually sailed into solitude around 4E 190, where they spent the last decade or so travelling. vespasia used her connections in the legion to pass through checkpoints, and siov brought them all to visit her clan in the reach. 

meanwhile in falkreath, dengeir was ousted as jarl and replaced with siddgeir. in the ensuing shuffle, a healer and priestess of kynareth sent her children kynevi, vistun, and runa away in the middle of the night. yssra feared that her husband, a hold guard, had discovered the conspiracy to replace dengeir with the imperial-loyal siddgeir. she sent her children to whiterun, though they were all nearly caught by the jarl’s thugs. kynevi bought vistun and runa time to run, and was taken to helgen, where she was imprisoned for nearly two years.

around this time, (4E 199) one of the skaal of solstheim, a mage by the name of ithunn, landed in windhelm after escaping solstheim. she was seeking answers and knowledge about what was happening to her kin on solstheim re: miraak’s return, spending most of her time in the college of winterhold, where she met quamarat al-ansabei as apprentices. both qamarat and ithunn became adjuncts, specializing in conjuration and alteration respectively. with the newest round of apprentices, which included an altmer by the name of ranmaari voscril, the entire winterhold questline goes down, though drastically altered to make it better. will elaborate on that later but essentially the entire thing becomes a group project. mirabelle becomes archmage. savos still dies.

in 4E 201, the imperials round up ulfric and a contingent of rebels and bring them to helgen. on the cart is liviana, vess’s niece, who came looking for her aunt and accidentally got caught crossing the border. at helgen, they also brand kynevi as a stormcloak as an excuse to execute her. alduin attacks, kynevi and liviana escape, and head towards whiterun where kynevi finds vistun working for anoriath as a hunter, using what he earns to support runa and lucia, who he’s sort of taken in as a younger sister. runa spends most of her time in the temple of kynareth under danica and jensen’s eye, mostly keeping the temple clean and running errands, and learning some basic restoration magic. kynevi for her part tells balgruuf about the attack on helgen, and asks to join the city guard, which balgruuf grants. she reunites with her siblings and takes in lucia, paying for a room at the drunken huntsman while she sleeps in the barracks.

balgruuf and farengar, still in search of someone to retrieve the dragonstone, enlist the help of skand, siov, gaius, and vespasia, (actual trained, seasoned fighters instead of, yknow, some kid) who bring back the dragonstone. kynevi is one of the city guards who follow irileth out to the western watchtower, along with the aquino family. the dragon gets taken down, and kynevi is summoned to high hrothgar as dragonborn, and promptly has to sit down somewhere, being very sensibly overwhelmed as a 20 year old who has been through some shit in the past three years or so. 

at this point the traveling aquino family share the older sibling instinct, and immediately take kynevi under their wing. gaius and iskandar stays behind in whiterun to look after vistun, runa, and lucia, while vess, siov, and lydia travel to high hrothgar with kynevi, while vess and siov becoming something along the lines of mentors and aunts. liviana meets up with vess on the road, and continues on with them. lydia, who is a little out of her depth when it comes to real live dragons etc., does her best to act as exposition guide when it comes to dragon myths to the older folk. training montage ensues with vess coaching kynevi in weaponry, and siov and liviana showing her defensive magic. 

in the meantime, ithunn has left the college of winterhold to return to solstheim. she finds frea who updates her on the situation, which has only gotten worse. ithunn set out to tel mithryn, doing her absolute best to badger neloth to help (it works. she’s that intimidating.)

from here, miraak sends his cultists to the mainland, where kynevi et al. have set out to get the horn from ustengrav. ithunn, directly behind them, intercepts them and utterly wrecks shop. she learns about something called the “dragonborn” and sets out to search for them. she meets the gang in morthal, where she badgers kynevi into helping after the horn is returned. all five of them travel to riverwood, where delphine fails to pass the vibe (persuasion) check. they take the horn to high hrothgar then set out to solstheim. 

during the dragonborn questline, kynevi really comes into her role of dragonborn and thoroughly wipes the floor with miraak. ithunn insists on joining her in the final battle after hermaus mora kills the skaal shaman, and even though they fight together, ithunn gets the final blow. 

the gang, sans ithunn, return to the mainland and proceed to go back to high hrothgar for a debrief with the greybeards. arngeir advises kynevi to at least hear delphine out, and she does. siov undertakes the diplomatic immunity in kynevi’s place and makes it back to solitude, where the gang travels back to riverwood. siov and skand split up with vess, lydia, and ithunn. siov, skand, and liviana grab esbern, while lydia and vess get the family they left behind in whiterun, which now includes yssra, who’s reunited with her family by now. they reunite back at riverwood where they head out to skyhaven temple. liviana joins the blades officially, though she grates against delphine’s leadership and often has to act as an advocate for kynevi’s side. lydia stays behind with kynevi’s family.

kynevi, on the other hand, finally meets with paarthurnax with skand and gaius going with her. the three of them travel back to sky haven, where liviana and kynevi head out to search for the elder scroll, starting with the college, where they meet up with qamarat, who decides to come with them. they find the scroll and bring it back to the throat, where the three of them (along with some atronachs courtesy of qamarat) fight with alduin. 

with the peace talks, iskandar goes to windhelm as the one part of the gang least likely to gank ulfric on sight, and vespasia pulls rank in solitude with tullius. after the peace treaty is signed, kynevi and the gang head out to whiterun to capture odahviing. kynevi heads to skuldafn with vespasia. siov, skand, and gaius stay in whiterun, qamarat heads back to the college with the elder scroll for safekeeping, and liviana goes back to skyhaven temple to be belligerent as possible to delphine for asking her to kill paarthurnax. she starts winning delphine and esbern over, along with the other blades recruits.

in sovngarde, kynevi does this as well as the expected. vess short circuits a little. they come back a little off, and this might happen because i think it’s cool and this is MY skyrim plotline.

anyways the gang calms down once kynevi and vess make it back down the throat of the world. they head back to skyhaven temple and kynevi bullies delphine into forgetting about paarthurnax. 

once the blades are more or less rebuilt, siov and vess go back to adventuring, where they run into durak, who tells them about dawnguard. they join the dawnguard, which is another post for another time, and this is already long enough jesus christ how did you make it this far.

[siltstrider]

siov does like to be swept up into her wife's big strong arms but more often than not vess just slings her over her shoulders like a sack of potatoes because she's hurt herself trying to get into somewhere she shouldnt be. again.

[siltstrider]

thoughts on kids...

siov: they’re fine. little sponges. fun to fling around. it’s fine though! they like being flung around! will also teach them to get into places they shouldn’t be, because it’s an important life skill.

skand: loves kids. adopts all the kids (from the hearthfire dlc) and constantly writes home specifically to tell his nephews and nieces about his adventures. dotes on all his friend’s kids as well. this man was practically born to be a dad.

rhonmara: claims to not like kids, despite adopting every kid she took on as apprentices. someone’s gotta run the criminal empire one day, might as well be someone she’s trained personally. lets her kids practice pickpocketing on her. 

vess: doesn’t really want kids (diagnosed with eldest daughter syndrome)  though she makes a spectacular aunt. often babysits, though its more teach the kids to swing a weapon than anything else. always makes huge pots of stew and soup when there’s kids around. doesn’t actively encourage chaos but won’t put a stop to it either.

kynevi: has had to raise her younger siblings, but does want kids of her own. maybe one or two. always brings home a sweet roll for runa and one of those sour green apples for vitsun.

tsona-vo: does not want kids, but is not opposed to babysitting. mostly does her own thing but keeps a lookout for them out of the corner of her eye to make sure they’re not, like, trying to eat a soul gem or whatever.

qamarat: dislikes children because they demand so much attention and they’re so loud, but won’t be an ass to them. they’re not all that fond of children, but will tolerate them if necessary. tries not to interact with anyone younger than 15, but does take on a small handful of apprentices in her later years.