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Amaranth · 6 years (4/1/2019)

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Where Valeska remained unbothered by the cold, Amaranth's grace froze with a stiff rigidity. Where Valeska was fluid and fluffy, Amaranth was slender and stilt-like, and the ache of her bones was written in the unpleasant, bubbling grimace behind her amethyst eyes.

Eyes as cold as the air.

She could not wait for spring.

But still, her presence had been requested by their eldest son, and where perhaps she would have ignored such requests in the past, she too was turning over a new leaf. For Amaranth was much like the springtime, trying to banish the chill of her heart with the tender green sprouts of newfound feelings and love for her family.

She was trying, at least.

And so Amaranth would sit, golden flank resting beside silver as she awaited her shuffling son and his unknown guest. There was an air of unusual, lilting awkwardness that Amaranth attuned to, her cold eyes shifting between her silver son and his friend as Dimitri danced around some important news. He would dance and dance until he could no longer find his footing — "Fiadh's pregnant, and uh. We're pretty sure they're mine."

Amaranth blinked.

Babushka.

It would seem little Achlys would soon have some cousins.

"So looks like you're all stuck with meeee."

Valeska erupted, a notable glee in her voice as the High Priestess hemmed and hawed. I am happy for you, she began, shifting her gaze toward Dimitri for a moment to offer her son a soft smile. Then, Amaranth's gaze slithered toward Fidah, her usual intensity radiating from behind unreadable eyes as Valeska touted off about a wedding. For both of you. Her gaze softened on her ... daughter-in-law? Will you be staying with us, Fiadh? Her words were friendly, hinting at the warmth of an emotion. Gaze softer than usual, but still unreadable in its entirety.

Remember, she was trying.

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