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Anaxas' main trade port; it is also the nation's criminal headquarters, home to the Bad Brothers and Silas Hawke, King of the Underworld. The small town of Plugit is nearby.

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Sarinah Lissden
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Race: Wick
Location: Old Rose Harbor
: Passively invested
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Thu Mar 21, 2019 8:06 pm

40th Ophus, 2718
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Wearily tucked into bed, fighting exhaustion and shock, Sarinah let her gaze wander between the passive and the boch with a far away sort of smile as she listened to him talk and fuss as though trying to keep himself busy. Their world had changed, everything had shifted, and tomorrow might not be so full of warm fuzzy feelings when the reality of it all settled in. But for now, there was nothing that could make this moment wrong or broken.

“Ye did fall for an entertainer kov, wouldn’t be right if our boch didn’t make a grand entrance.” Shifting to hand the baby to Tristaan, the brunette saw the effect the title had on him, felt the warmth in her chest at his half sobbed reply. He was a passive in the eyes of his kind, a broken thing that should not breed. A forbidden act, illegal and wrong. The witch couldn’t truly understand at the same deep level just how much the boch would mean for the man, but she still knew enough. What was considered poor form and theft by Hawke, was still a natural act. Still an expectation for a tumble in the end. Accidents happened. For a passive though, it was a deliberate act of defiance. A clock-you to the mages who deemed Tristaan a spitch, a scrap.

It didn’t matter to her, she loved him as a tekka. And their boch would love him unconditionally.

Slipping her hands away as the grey eyed man took the tiny little being, Sarinah watched as their daughter blissfully returned to her slumber on his chest, chuckling at how precious and perfect it was and reaching a hand out to rest gently on her curled hand. Her dark eyes lifted to look at the passives face, welling as he spoke a name for the child, giving her the formal title that their boch would call her. Daoa. It sounded odd to apply to herself, but also, so perfectly right.

“Linora. The light in our darkness, oes. Oes, that is perfect hama.” She said softly, snuggling closer so she could rest her head on his chest, face to face with the resting infant. Tiny warm breaths brushed her cheek, and the witch hummed a soft laugh, resisting the urge to stroke the back of her little head with a finger.

“Our little Linora.” The dancer sighed, closing her eyes, letting her lovers heartbeat and her daughters breathing soothe her into the arms of slumber as outside in the frozen chill of Intas first, the world welcomed the new year. She felt safe, protected, and so happy that her heart might burst. It wouldn’t be easy, ne, not when Hawke had set expectations on them both. The year would bring more challenges, more danger, but as long as their little family was together Sarinah was sure they could face it all.

Together.


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