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it rains like revelations - Tiberii - 5/10/2026
RE: it rains like revelations - Dalmatia - 5/11/2026
skill: expert counselor
The end had come and left them, not without an imprint on the land — and some of the lucky (unlucky?) ones. Dal had been one of those who'd left with a lingering effect from the curse. Whenever her soft tone chimed, it was cast with an echo, whispering along the winds. At first, it was spooky; she'd thought something had been wrong with her, that she was getting sick or something. But, as the days passed, she'd witnessed enough changes to her pack mates to realize that this was something left to them. She'd seen some with glowing marks and fluids. It was... Unnerving. Though there would come a time when she would forget what her voice sounded like before.
Tibbi's frantic voice pulled the herbalist from her duties of stocking her stashes, not that she excessively needed to anymore, now that Sølvi was back. Though it did help calm the spotted dove's nerves, the familiar smells and colors. It was easy on her brain. She knew their favorite spots to hide, once her own.
Dal dipped her head out of the underbrush, her perwinkle eyes widened with surprise as the rest of her body followed, running to meet her sister.
Tibbi!She was smaller than her sister, having to gallop after her to catch up. Thankfully for Dal, Tibbi stopped herself, pausing in what looked like a heaving motion — but was actually trying to catch her breath.
Tibbi...?
She wasted no time in pressing into her sister's shoulder, winding up beside her,
Breathe, Tibbi... Breathe...She'd whisper, reassuringly,
Whatever it is, it's going to be okay, we're here...It wouldn't be long until their sisters arrived, she knew; they could all rely on one another. And they could strongarm their way through anything Tibbi faced, as they had their whole life — together.
RE: it rains like revelations - Aurelia - 5/12/2026
Retirement had its perks.
Aurelia no longer rose quite as early these days, indulgently allowing the sun to crest over the horizon and warm the earth before emerging from her den. Nothing seemed urgent anymore. No impending sense of doom, no pressing matters of leadership; just the steady roll of routine and the pleasure of sleeping in just a little bit longer.
Except something was very, very urgent this morning.
Her eyes snapped open, glowing faintly in the darkness of the den. She, too, had come away from the rebirth of the world marked in some fashion, and now her gaze - piercing enough as it was normally - held the illumination of the stars themselves. It didn't particularly bother her since it wasn't something she could outright see or experience, unlike her sisters.
Speaking of which.
Tiberii's voice, strange and echoing, cut through the early morning hours. Her tone seemed laced with panic, a sound not unfamiliar to Aurelia. Tiberii was not known to be the most emotionally well-regulated of their siblings on the best of days, so this was either something as simple as a stomach cramp or as severe as an amputated limb.
Dalmatia was already on the scene, whispering soft reassurances into the dark woman's ear with practiced care. How easy she always made such things look, Aurelia thought distantly. How easy they were for some, and so difficult for others.
Tiberii?she called out, emerging from the den with a look of concern. At least it wasn't an amputated limb, but something had clearly distressed Tiberii enough to summon all of their siblings to discuss the matter.
What's wrong?
RE: it rains like revelations - Euphemia - 5/12/2026
skill: [none]
The journey home had been laborious. The distance, compounded by the exertions from the battle and the sheer mental duress of having the fate of her family placed across her shoulders, left her with no reserves to draw from.
After she had hauled herself across the threshold of Frostfang Vale, Euphemia slept for weeks.
It had not only been the physical difficulties that ailed her. The last season had been filled with so much… everything. She had found love, reunited with lost flames, gained notoriety within Dawnbreak as a pillar, survived the death of that long-lost lover, found a rune with her younger brother, and then saved the world in opposition to almost all others who had fought the battle.
It was enough to make someone very, very exhausted.
The rumbles of the landscape, breaking apart and glowing from within, had ceased completely. With this – and somehow the perturbed knowledge that Alaric was no longer a bittersweet threat to her current reality – the maiden calmed. She rested.
That was, until Tiberii summoned her.
Euphemia peeked one eye open, having no idea what time of day it was, and attempted to decide if she should continue sleeping. She needn’t answer every summons that called to her, as most were quite stressful and taxing, and Euphemia deigned not to deal with those right now. Not as Euphemia, not as the Pillar of Wisdom.
However, as a sister, Euphemia would be ever-dedicated.
She joined the sides of her sisters fluttering around the darkened namesake of her Father. Euphemia’s eyebrows knitted with concern, but her heart was stilled by the fact that if something was truly, dreadfully, viscerally wrong… then Tiberii would have been barrelling forward, intent to kill, ready to right whatever wrong had been perpetrated upon her pack.
If Tiberii was seeking out the advice and consult of her sisters, then it at least wasn't life-threatening. Sadly, that was what Euphemia had come to expect from the world, and found her sisters’ mild concern relieving. Euphemia did not add to the cacophony of inquiry, but instead stood close as a silent and perceiving pillar, ready to face whatever hurdle had come their way.