Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140504164011/@comment-3293219-20140505000339

Aerin's mother marched through the gates of Cheydinhal, stifled by the heat. She was a middle aged bosmer woman, with black hair, that was usually tied back in a bun but due to the harshness of the wilderness, her hair restraints had broken and now her long hair hung down to her shoulders, bedraggled and unwashed.

That summer had been one of the hottest cyrodiilic summers in years and even at night the air was quite humid, the stifling heat was beginning to get to her as she had ran all the way from her camp. She had to be quick or else he'd know, as far as he'd know, she had gone to the lake or the stream nearby and ended it.

'Ended it.' The way that she described it, it sounded like she was cursed with a burden, when she had been given something wonderful. After all these years, the nine had finally granted her a daughter, a beautiful, delicate creature, who would grow up to be so strong, like her and her brother Telim and her half brothers Set and Jaryl. Of course, she was only aware that Aerin wasn't Kerotan's child, due to her hair colour.

He knew, the second that he saw it, her hair gave her away and Kerotan was dead set on protecting his reputation and he wasn't going to raise somebody else's daughter. Maybe it was better that Aerin found out now, she wouldn't remember this, she wouldn't remember her father and the dreadful things that he said about her or her brothers, who suddenly went away and weren't allowed to speak of her anymore.

She'd be raised by someone else, someone who would care for her and teach her everything that she needed before giving her opportunities that Kerotan never could. Yes, this is a good thing, a wonderful thing, she'll grow up, like her mother and be strong, independent and...

Lost...

Just, stay strong Lianne... For her sake... She thought to herself as she arrived at the chapel, she grabbed the knocker and struck the door, four times before stumbling back and awaiting the priest to answer.

-

"You'll take her in, won't you?" She asked, almost begging the old robed Dunmer as he gracefully accepted the baby and looked at her, giving the child a slight smile.

"She... I know of your disposition but... are you sure that this is what you want?" The priest asked, lowering Aerin and letting her see her mother, one last time.

"No..." Lianne uttered, her voice began to quiver as she found herself unable to suppress her emotions any longer, she choked on her own words and sniffed as her heart broke.

"B-But its what's best for her, I... Can't abandon my boys and I wouldn't be able to provide for her...

And I can't kill her Father, I simply ca-"

The Priest cut her off, taking her arm and hushing her to calm the grieving mother down, he stood over her, placing Aerin between them.

"Of course you can't..." He whispered, giving her a slight smile as she saw her baby, trying to grab the toggles on priest's robes. "She'll grow up happy with us..."

"Thank you..." Lianne sniffed once more before looking up to him, with her diamond like eyes, she forced a smile before looking down on Aerin again, taking her last moment.

"I'll never forget you..." She whispered before kissing her on the forehead.

-

After saying her goodbyes, Lianne left the chapel behind her, looking back one last time to see the priest, holding her daughter in his arm. Her daughter seemed oblivious to what was happening...

Lianne swallowed her tears and stepped off of the chapel's steps, she had an act to play, returning to her husband before he grew suspicious. She would shed no more tears, after today...

This was a victory...

(Sorry if its a bit... Eurgh... Cliche but its late and I was at short notice....

G'night lovelies. :))