[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

skill: [none]

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It was shocking to see Archon. Like, no, really – all four sisters had remained within Frostfang Vale, but her brothers? They were scattered to the winds. Some dead, some disappeared, some living as anonymous neighbors. The maiden wondered what mothers would think of that, but then Euphemia remembered she herself was living amongst another universe during the time of their mother’s death, and she stopped wondering almost immediately.

Still, even with relationships layered and made deep over the years with the many joys and slights and tragedies that befell the likes to family, it made her happy to see someone with whom she had that sort of blood (or, something akin to blood) relations with. Something that ran bone-deep; and those were the only relationships that ever truly mattered to the silvered maiden.

She found it hard to forge connections with those random souls who walked on the planet, seeking meaning. Euphemia didn’t know how her sisters did it, feeling a romantic pull towards others that had only just met (in relative terms, in comparison,) and welcoming others with no allegiances to Olive or Tiberius or Genghis or even Kuhn… those who didn’t even know the name Archon…

The past was the past, Euphemia always came back to that conclusion. And many of those family members weren’t entirely innocent of harming those around them.  Euphemia found meaning in family, she found meaning in those she was born knowing – and she figured it took a brief stint in another universe for her to really understand and cement her priorities in this one, singular lifetime. So Euphemia smiled over her pain, and attempted to smile over Archon’s own pain,

but he could not hide himself from her, and at the slightest posit of his happy pairing, became undone.

oh, really? oh no... Euphemia’s voice fell, immediately saddened at Archon’s truth. In some places and times, when her brother had crossed her mind, she imagined him happy with his wife – though she could not remember her name, Archon had left Dawnbreak for her and did not return. She had always assumed that meant he was happy and satisfied with his choices.

Perhaps the choices were not what he questioned, for it seemed that two souls in love would go to any lengths to be with one another, even if the outcome was not the one intended. That’s what all the stories tended to say, wasn’t it? That the journey was what it was all for in the end, and that pain in the price we pay for love?

Archon, oh, i’m so sorry… she sighed, deflated. What happened? I mean, can I ask that? After all, she was inexperienced in love, and curious about this part of it. What issues could have been so great that they, at long last, drove the world’s great couples apart? Euphemia thought of mother and father, and Archon and his mystery wife, and she frowned.

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