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Elysium (High Augur)
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Arctic Wolf

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Female (Female)

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7 years (4/1/2019)

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Tall

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Light

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Slender

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Amethyst

Fur
Gold & Cream

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Lavender & Earth

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wears feathers in her fur

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Occasional wispy blue aura

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There were many things Amaranth could predict. There were many things she could know. Her endless years and countless lives had given her immeasurable wisdom; her intuition guided her alongside the breath of the spirits. She knew much — at least that's what she told herself.

At her ripe age, not much would surprise her.

"I've come at the behest of Queens Wardruna and Sreda."

Queens?

Amaranth's brain began to grow warm, thoughts causing the cogs to swirl about as her mind activated. But she was even further unprepared for what would follow.

"They wanted for me to tell you both of the arrival of their children!"

Sreda? A mother? A girl born of shadow, without a care in the world for anyone but herself? (Wait, why was this sounding familiar?) The thought sounded improbable. Was Raisa talking about the same Sreda that Amaranth remembered? It had been some time since their strange middle daughter had left, but had Northfall's brutal cold managed to thaw out Sreda's impossibly locked heart?

Valeska shouted before Amaranth could even process everything fully. Those yellow eyes landed on Amaranth, and the wraith could see her wife's confusion mirroring her own. But beneath Valeska's surprise was something bigger — hurt.

Amaranth frowned, her own jaw tensing.

"I am... so happy... butshecouldhavetoldme!"

Perhaps Sreda had suffered from a concussion.

There is surely a reason she did not come herself, Amaranth assured her wife, tilting her head and using her nose to nudge at Valeska's cheek. You know she's always had a strange way of doing things. Strange, yes. Almost as strange as the realization that Amaranth and Valeska were now grandmothers three times over.

Her gaze would lift to Raisa and Bogart, her expression still sharp around the edges.

Kvitrafn, Roskva, Mazikeen, Rhaegal.

And as much as Amaranth could not stand the idea of going North again, she could not help but allow a smile. A crack in her armored exterior. I should like to meet them ... soon.


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RE: Ohhhhh lets sing a gay little spring song, lets get together and sing - by Amaranth - 8/4/2026, 7:13 PM

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