The capital city of the of Rynmere, here is seated the only King in Idalos.
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"So soon to be a father, Baron Andaris,"
Holiday Event Notice
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A beautifully made, hand crafted crib. The item itself is well made, sturdy and strong and the feet have, as supports, dragons and wolves. The engraving is beautiful and the craftsmanship, excellent.
- Saoire: The Holiday Woman
- Saoire: The Beauty of a Gift
- Saoire: Wears Variable Holiday Crowns
Saoire said with a smile as she sat next to Xander
who was sitting in the room which would, soon enough, be his child's nursery. Whatever had brought him here, the as yet undecorated room was being prepared and there, suddenly, was the beautiful woman.
Saoire wore her brown locks in an intricate braid and a wreath with candles crowned her head. This burned brightly, claiming her as Queen of this holiday as she smiled to Xander. Gesturing to the rather large gift, wrapped in paper and a bow, she smiled wistfully. "Children bring such hope. Just think, this time next arc, you will be preparing for this season with your babe in your arms."
What gifts would he buy or craft for his children, she wondered.
Saoire saw many things from Emea and she saw this man for who he was. The hope, anticipation and determination which he approached the future with was evident in every aspect of him. When he turned to look at the package, Saoire simply disappeared. When he looked around, there was a glittering mist in the air and a light, tinnkling laugh.
I'm bad, and that's good. I will never be good, and that's not bad. There's no one I'd rather be then me.