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Tally Staff ☆ Tallygarunga Librarian★ Sadrienne
35* year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

Weakness did not sit well with Bethianna. She had settled herself into an elegant, if older, version of her usual appearance---grey streaking through the intense copper of her hair, her skin looser and her lips thinner. It hadn't taken her pride, though. Her shoulders back, she still carried herself with the same determined strength, like a grandmother on a mission. Which she was, she supposed---Bethianna was a grandmother several times over, most faded into history and none of which she could really say she cared for. Unremarkable beings, every last one of them.

The mission, however, was important. She'd asked Alexander to meet her here, by means of a small note left at his bedside table. How it got there was her own secret, and though she hadn't signed the bottom she felt he would know who it was from. Adele and her husband would be working, Améa was with the Blairs, and Caleb would be with his mother at the school. The McEwen Lane house would be empty, so Bethianna let herself in.

By residential standards it was big, but to Bethianna it felt small and suffocating. Leaving the front door open for Alex, she wandered through various rooms as she waited for him to arrive. The kitchen seemed to be the place with the most light and air, so she settled there, perched on a chair at the dining table. In an attempt to make Alexander more comfortable, she had opted for casual clothes. A soft knit jumper in green, over grey slacks. It was so far removed from her usually ornate and costume-like wear that she felt almost naked.

Perhaps he would not come, but Bethianna felt she knew him better than that. His curiosity, if nothing else, would bring him here.

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Spencer ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Guitarist/Vocalist - Local School Hero!✩ Kaitore
19 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ HE/HIM

There had been a slight disorientation for him upon waking in the mornings these days and it for once held less to do with his actual condition but more of what had been intruding through his dreams. Constant traces of vague images that held potential 'future' implications, yet there was too much confliction to make it fully clear. Perhaps it was still due to the imbalanced sensation that flowed through his veins, needless to say, he nearly missed the note and had it not been for him nearly falling out of his dormitory bed with what one could consider a fiasco of a roll, the clouded regions of his mind would have fogged it out of sight. 

Curious, this was a development he hadn't expected and there were few that came to mind that would actually come into his room and leave a note. Almost everyone he knew were loud and proud, the sort that would vocally and physically make it known that they had visited or been around. This was much more subtle, an odd sensation of someone that was more watchful and careful with their actions - deliberately. Luckily it was a note that held writing in it and most of the questions that flashed within his mind would potentially be answered within if it wasn't too cryptic. 

Unsigned and clear directions on where a meeting was to occur, at Adele's place, the persons capable of this kind of directness in a not slimmed. "Okay, so. . . We can strike Cass, Adele, and Jez off that list easily. They're more of a 'IT WAS ME, FIST IN YOUR FACE' kind of people." With only one of the names mentioned potentially being the only ones to literally punch him in the face due to issues of late. Even that wasn't adding up and he couldn't fathom the reasons of why it caused such a sudden strain, another stress of life and family. But he'd deal with it when it all came bubbling over that was all that could be done. "Mea wouldn't be able to due to her condition and Caleb would have woken me up too. . .

Pieces added up by -not- adding up until he came to two possible entities that held the means to not only be silent but be there and not, two that could do this and wait for him patiently. Fortunately, only one was a viable answer. Alexander decided instead to see for himself whether his actual hypothesis was even close to being accurate even if there was such a certainty in himself there was always a small chance of something else. 

Alex found that the door to Adele's home had been wide opened, inviting and there had been nothing in sight. No furiously cleaning pregnant older sister, No sounds of David screaming after being sent projected down the hallway on a bar of soap with a bunch of clay pots at the end of it, equally so, no sign of Caleb either. His hand pressed against the door once he passed through the frame and closed it behind himself gently and locked it, no need to keep it open it unnecessarily since he had arrived. He let his feet and memory guide him through the home, certainly much larger than he was ever used to but it held a charm. 

At least he wasn't the one that needed to clean it!

Arriving at the other end of the table he noticed, barely, the elder woman whose hair had grew gray, the thin nature of her lips and the sagging impression of her skin. This was only second to the fact that he could notice more so that her attire was entirely out of the usual depth than he was used to. "You look so uncomfortable dressed like that." A smile curved on his face amused by it but flattered that it held less of an imposing atmosphere than the usual wear. "Figured it'd be you after I knocked a few names off the list and the likelihood of it!"

Taking a glance around the room his suspicions were confirmed that there was no one else in the home and it had just been Bethianna and himself. That was rare in that there wasn't Adele nearby which piqued more of the a question of 'Why?'. He didn't wait to be told to sit taking a seat close to the woman as he leaned on the table yet still kept at attention towards her strong presence. "Do you need some water? Maybe something harder? I know where Del keeps some of her stash. Or. . .  Did you want to just jump into things?  I don't think this is going to be a casual lunch meet up is it?" 

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Tally Staff ☆ Tallygarunga Librarian★ Sadrienne
35* year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

Ah, she knew he was a clever one. There were really only three likely suspects, she supposed, herself, Lillian and Flora. Lillian would never bother with a note, it was more her style to simply show up when it suited her. Flora would lie in wait for her opportunity. The way that Flora's original personality had become so enmeshed with The Grey was deeply disconcerting for Bethianna, after all---there was a reason The Grey had been stripped down and imprisoned. Did Lillian not remember? It... wasn't important at this moment.

"No, thank you," she answered his question with a gentle firmness. "I do not drink."

It was one of her most important rules. She'd never seen the point of it, and the damage it did was clear. You only had to look at Adele's mess of a life for an example. He was right again, though. It wasn't a casual lunch. Bethianna did nothing without purpose, she wasn't in the habit of arranging lunch dates. 

"I feel it is prudent to speak with you about... circumstances that have been kept from you," she said carefully. A point of no return was coming, and Bethianna knew she would be in a lot of people's bad books once she crossed it. "You are aware, of course, that Aellra is less than thrilled about your marriage?"

The way she raised her eyebrow at the end of the question, the way she thinned her lips suggested that Bethianna herself was not especially happy with the news either. It was less obvious than Adele, but it was there. 

"Perhaps you should like to know why?"

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19 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ HE/HIM

When it came down to it, the obvious option was just so much clearer to him. Truthfully, he hadn't considered Flora mostly because he didn't expect she'd bother with him unless he was around the other family members. Of course, he had been surprised before by how things played out and understood nothing of the deeper and truer motivations of each probable person. Even with all of it in thought he at least gathered a surface understanding of each persons personality, how they reacted or didn't react, but more importantly the way that they carried themselves. Maybe that could be considered his prodigious talent, while it seemed the others held such a high and refined intellect and understanding his own seemed to be in a alternative direction. 

"Huh? Really?" Several times his eyes blinked in a bit of surprise and yet there was this severe admiration for the woman, as if it could get even more intense. He had taken a drank or two and maybe that was the major problem behind some of his more questionable actions of late. Which had been brought up and though it with subtle he still seen the disapproval scrawled on the elder woman's features. It was a larger sting than he had expected, like he had just disappointed his own mother. 

"Yea. . . It seems a lot of folks weren't on board with that one. Granted, at the time, the idea wasn't to get married then and there - Just an engagement. That Vegas atmosphere is so deadly with the inexperienced." That was a lack of his own awareness but he figured people in their youth are entitled to their own mess ups and discreations as long as it wasn't too destructive, as long as it was something learn from. "But we had the idea of including everyone in a much more, less crazy induced wedding - when it'd come eventually. Last thing I would ever want was to keep the people I care about the most to be left out of such an important life event." Though it wasn't exclusive, the feeling held more true towards Bethianna than most. A sign to himself of how attached he had grown in a short amount of time. 

It was a sweet, twisted, irony. Yet, even in his eyes and posture he showed that he understood that it was no excuse - that the action itself wasn't entirely a well thought out or fair one at that. 

"I should know why. . .?" An eyebrow arched upwards in curiosity as the look on his face grew entirely confused. It wasn't because he was hasty? Because he left others out in the heat of the moment? He hadn't blamed anyone for being mad about that, yet, it seemed there was something much more subtle that he couldn't fathom. "Why -is- she so peeved at me? If it isn't the more obvious answer then what your saying is there is something I couldn't know, if it's been kept from me."

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Tally Staff ☆ Tallygarunga Librarian★ Sadrienne
35* year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

"I believe Aellra is quite injured that she was not consulted or informed, the girl is given to that manner of foolish sentimentality," Bethianna acknowledged, though she couldn't fathom how---if this were simply a normal situation in any other family---it would be any of Adele's business to be so bothered by not being included. The kids had made a decision, a decision that in most cases would be theirs to make. Bethianna respected that. This just wasn't most cases.

"That is not the entirety of it, though," and this was what she'd come to discuss. "Nor is it that you entered into a life-long contract with a girl you barely know. You will suffer the pains and joys of those decisions as they happen, I cannot say I find your decision wise---I would have advised against it so early. And yet there is more, so much more, that you weren't to know of. Aellra is, in part, upset because your decision has an impact outside of yourself and the girl."

Bethianna tilted her head just slightly. She always did give more expression and warmth to Alexander than she did anyone else. Except possibly Caleb, and only when there was no one else around to witness this bizarre affection.

"Or did you not find it odd that Aellra's daughter, who has children with a partner of many years, is very much not married to him?" 

Bethianna stood up, pushing her chair in and moving across the room to a bland looking door. It led to a storage cupboard or something, for the most part it blended into the wall and was only really noticed if you were trying to notice it. 

"It is far too complex to simply explain," she said after a moment. "Come, I will show you."

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19 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ HE/HIM

"I don't blame her about it. I can see how it's a bit of a. . . Slap in the face." By a bit, he meant a lot. He understood Bethianna's view of it being sentimental but for him, Adele was his sister. Something within himself seemed to desire more of a 'oneness', that aspect of understanding and dealing with situations together as most siblings held. Maybe it was just that he was envious of the closeness of the others he had witnessed and he couldn't deny it made him want to be a better brother, just the know how wasn't there. Truthfully, he should have figured things wouldn't have been so easy - It never was when it came to their family. 

He could see how the length of time would work against them in the eyes of many, even more so in those who held the concept of time and desired that such things developed and strengthened along with it. Difficult to explain how deeply he understood Cassandra he gave a soft nod of acknowledgement. "Outside of us. . .?" Wasn't that a given? No, there was something more it wasn't a frivolous line. The picture behind the words caused his eyes to squint as he tried to follow an invisible seam. Was this another massive thing Adele had been keeping away from him?

The tip of his fingers slide along the lining of his chin and against the right side of his face. "I found it odd but I also know Jezebel, like me, is. . . A bit of the unique bird in the family. A well masked diversion in the shape of her personality." He softly chuckled in disbelief as he shook his head, he felt foolish for not questioning it more. "Too comple- Okay." What sort of Magical Carpet ride was Jasmine taking this Aladdin? As he pushed himself up from the chair he followed along the woman easily. 

A grown comfort within her presence or maybe she was more of the actual comfort in a strange fashion. Even so, his hand rose up and fingers gently twirled the ring on his finger as he stared at the unimpressive door that stood before them. For something so simple there was this growing intensity, a foreboding feeling that he was about to be much more overwhelmed. 

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Tally Staff ☆ Tallygarunga Librarian★ Sadrienne
35* year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

Without further ceremony, Bethianna opened the door. Into... a tiny closet. Well, that was uneventful.

On one side, garments hung inside zipped bags, and discarded accessories -- shoes, belts, hats -- littered the floor. On the other, a series of shelves was home to what appeared to be mostly junk. Old board games, spare linen. A storage space with an identity issue. Bethianna ignored all of it, reaching through the back to a far more concealed door that was no more than a few subtle lines in the plaster  work. As her fingers touched, it clicked, allowing her to push the panel open and into...

... Another closet. A bigger one, though. Around the size of a small bedroom, carpeted in a soft blue and much neater than the other. More of a dressing room than a wardrobe, it too had garments hanging on racks to the side. A full-length mirror stood in one corner, the gleaming glass framed in an ornate polished setting. The temperature had dropped, and the door they had come through clicked back into the wall, the seams lining up so perfectly it was near impossible to tell it was there at all.

"Here, you will need this," Bethianna selected a coat from the rack, heavy wool dyed an intense blue. She wrapped it around his shoulders, pulling it tight. After a moment, she frowned, and took a small box from a side shelf. "And these."

The box contained a couple of contact lenses, tinted to a near black. They wouldn't entirely mask the intense blue of Alex's eyes, but it would be better than nothing. For this visit, he needed a little anonymity. Rumours spread very fast. 

While waiting for him to sort that out, Bethianna stood in front of the mirror. Slowly, the uncomfortable modern clothes of the outside world morphed into her more traditional, heavy emerald green dress. Between the coat Alex was wearing and her own elaborate dress, it appeared as though they might be attending a costume party. She adjusted her jewellery, fixed a few loose strands of hair, before turning back to Alex.

"It is time you knew of the homeland," she said, beckoning for him to follow her again as she headed for the more obvious entry to the dressing room. 

This time, the door opened onto something far more impressive. 

Polished marble floors, rich tapestries and banners in blue, a bitter ocean breeze that came in from open balconies on either side. One showed a rough, grey sea -- far below the cliff that held the building. The other, the tops of buildings built of stone and more marble, some rich and others more run-down. Ornate pillars held up the impossibly high ceiling, and yet staircases suggested that there were floors above and below this one. Thick blue carpet brought in some warmth, and suddenly---their costume-esque attire seemed very appropriate. The richly dressed people who milled around spoke the same fluid language heard from Adele and the others, speaking in sounds that made English seem raw and crude.

"This is the homeland of your father, of your sister. Isle du L'Arine, or L'Arindelle. Raised from the sea in a time of crisis, shut off from the wider world to preserve wizarding kind. Forgotten by history quite deliberately. A place untouched by most modern influence, resistant to change. Currently ruled by a monarch with a taste for progress, putting her at constant odds with her people. They feel she is "tainted" by outsiders."

Bethianna turned a corner as they walked, stopping in front of an enormous painting. There it was. Clothed in royal luxury, a gleaming silver crown upon her head---so unlike the denim-wearing alcoholic Alexander knew, but with the same proud determination in her eyes.

"Your sister, Kendr'aellra," Bethianna said. "I imagine you have many questions."

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19 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ HE/HIM

Did she need to get some old photo albums that required his help? He guessed with her condition it might be the case but she also wasn't the type to lean on another which had him baffled. 

Eyes shifted around the first room trying to figure out what this big secret was, it certainly wasn't the tossed away garments. Once Bethianna's hand slide across what seemed to be a bit revealing another secondary entryway it all started to click into place. The first room wasn't only a ruse but a red herring for something else entirely which he had to admit he didn't expect it to be Double O-7 in this moment. His hands curled up around his arms as the chill reached and struck at his bones. "Out of the fridge into the freezer. . . " The weather outside had been getting colder but he didn't think it was -this- cold. 

Was it really that cold where they were going? It hadn't yet clicked into his mind what Adele had told him about the reason for such high intense brews that she held from the 'Homeland'. Knowing better than to question the advice and guidance, he started to put the heavy coat on which while weighty and padded had a nice comfortable hug against his form. "These. . .?" Eyes lowered to stare at the contacts that laid inside of the case and it all started to weave into a pretty picture. "Oh, that serious and that noticeable, huh?" What was so massive, so impacting that he had to hide the sign of another part of his heritage? 

Taking a single finger he'd gently press the blunted end of the contact lens and lifted it into his eye, the other soon following as well. Eyelids shutter as they adjust to the foreign object that clung to the lens of the ocular. Before his eyes could settle back onto Bethianna her clothing had shifted to something that befit her as he nodded with a wide smile. "There's my Auntie B! It felt so weird without you wearing your usual garb.

Eyes squinted at her as if she had grown heads like a Hydra. "The homeland?" What, they weren't from someplace like France? Curiosity stitched within his mind alongside this sense of strange anxiety. An emotion and feeling that had been stripped away the moment they stepped through the final door and his darker colored irises took in the sight before himself. The gleaming marble, the sound of the waters nearby that crashed against the foundation of the land all to accumulate a single. "Woah. . . ". What else was he to say? This land was spectacular and the people that walked about it held such a high refined nature that could put British Pureblood's to shame. 

"Now. . .You know me... And I know me. . . And I feel entirely out of place." Looking like the duck and dressing like the duck didn't always mean a person knew how to act like a duck. He'd have to follow her lead and make sure he didn't make any major slip ups that would compromise the effort she had gone through to disguise him of sorts. "Narnia's got nothing on this though, that's for sure. It's breathtaking." A gentle smile pulled at his lips. "Of all the strands of fate my sights has seen. . . The different possibilities of the futures. . . I never have come across this I couldn't even fathom this." He'd have probably been blinded by the marble anyways with how vibrantly his seemed to glow to him. 

Maybe it was just the fact it was all so new, all so fresh. The language that had been spoken all made sense now and it was pleasant to the ears, fluid and smooth. It didn't hold the harsh connotation of the language he spoke in and at least now the questions he had asked before were answered. They came here, this land. 

"L'Arindelle. . .It sounds so beautiful, so mystical." Of all the things to realize one could come from he never would have pegged himself to be from people of such foreign culture to himself, to what he knew. "Tainted by outsiders? Ah. . . I get it, if they're resistant to change than the acts of progression bring ire. It is their way of life and many probably feel it would mean the end of their traditions and livelihoods." It was awfully elitist and yet he seemed to understand it as it was a status quo vibrant in modern society, ironically. Though mostly in other countries and the more prejudice people in the lands. "Forgotten by history but for what purpose? Protection or preservation? Hm. . . I guess in theory both could fundamentally mean and do the same.

Whether the question was actually relevant, however, was another matter entirely because he had been brought to a place that knocked the wind out of him so quickly he thought he was in a dream. 

"She seems. . . So regal. . . So. . ." Not an angry seething pregnant woman. Bit by bit the cogs turned and the realizations burned into his mind as his eyes honed in on the crown. The 'Progressive' Queen, the idea of 'Outsiders' being a taint into the land. The hidden reason on why his marriage was much more harmful outside of the sentimental reason, these people, Adele was an enemy to what they desired. It meant that, if he understood his Monarchy correctly, his marriage would place him in a better position maybe even as a 'Puppet' to preserve their lives. 

He was a 'Prince' of sorts. 

"Merlin's balls. . ." A few minutes had passed because he need to collect himself, this knowledge it was overwhelming and this burden it was heavy. Heavier by the moment because of the implications, because of what it could mean for Adele and himself. What it could mean for him and Cassandra but it had else held this intensity of irritation. Anger? No. .. More upset, Adele, had kept this from him and then laid the burden of anger towards him as if he should have known. "Ugh. . . That. . . Damn tight lipped sister of mines.

His hand rose up as he rubbed at the top of his forehead glancing towards Bethianna. "This is the reason she's upset about that isn't it? It's a risk of life." He could be seen as a means to an end. "Does. . . This mean I'm some kind of royalty?" He knew the answer if this was the reason. Yet, he had hoped, lied to himself even - that maybe it was just Adele who was the true royalty. "And why? Why didn't she tell me? I think this is kind of too crucial to not tell me. If I would have. . . " If he would have known he probably wouldn't have even thought to propose to Cassandra in the first place! "And the. . More obvious question that I probably already know the answer towards. . . It means I have to pretty much end my marriage, doesn't it?"

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35* year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

“This is one of the rare occasions in which Aellra’s reasons are not entirely unfathomable,” Bethianna admitted, as Alex touched on how Adele could have kept something so massive from him. She turned away from the painting, leading him down a long corridor. As they walked, she spoke. 

“She herself is something of an outsider, and as you must realise—prefers it. Here she is an entity, not a person. There is no freedom. Perhaps if she had been fully raised here in the ways that were considered right, it may have been different. She would have known nothing else.” The air turned colder still as she led him out into a large courtyard. Thin paths separated small plots of earth, planted with roses. Two to three bushes grew on each, a name plate in each one. A graveyard, the life of the dead carried on in the vibrant petals above. There was every colour of rose imaginable, white to red, yellow to lavender, some with colours so deep they were near black, and most curiously — a blue showing here and there.

“Many of the ideas here are what you would feel is old-fashioned. A family should only be started when a family unit is stable, generally that means a husband and wife. Not only were your mother and father unwed when Aellra was conceived, it was a match that should never have been. Our position, Alexander, is to guide those who guide nations. For your mother to consort with Rheldor as she did was a terrible conflict of interest.”

Her stride was purposeful, but it was really just movement. Letting him take in the scenery as she spoke. Start wrapping his head around all of this.

”Your aunt had recently married, she offered to fake her own pregnancy that Aellra might be legitimate. But it was not far enough removed from Lillian’s influence that the damage could be undone. If they were exposed, Rheldor would be killed and Lillian banished, my threat to do so sent him into hiding. The child—I tried to reverse that too. Fatherhood never suited Kheldere, and your aunt’s marriage failed swiftly. Your grandmother, Ethanielle, granted an extra special concession that her daughter could divorce and seek happiness—something she could do as the current monarch, but not without consequence. Between the threat to Aellra’s life and her own scandal, Ameliana escaped with your sister to the outside world.”

She stopped by a particular garde bed, withered stalks suggested it had been planted once but died. 

“Both were assumed dead, and gardens planted for them. Your sister has ever been more an outsider, not given the trust and love that was given to those before her. She has a strong wish that her family experience a common outside life and know their options, before allowing this to become all that they are.” Bethianna actually respected that view. “Given how limited your life may be, Alexander, it is a heavy weight to ask you to bear.”

”But yes, your father—the lost crown prince, does mean that you are also a prince. To rule, the laws stipulate a marriage that one heart not face the job alone, and to fulfill this requirement Aellra married her first true husband. He was a father to Ruella.” Bethianna watched Alex carefully, attuned to what he may need. Was he unreasonably cold? Upset? Hungry?

”Aellra is far from loved. There are many who would jump at any chance to oust her, something they can only do if a viable option can be found. Ruella was disinherited for her marriage, Jezebel has been forbidden to take that step. Aellra is quite determined that the monarchy end with her, there are others simply determined to end her. A precarious position.” 

“Your marriage, if it is discovered who you are, will be like a sign to them. An heir of the right line, fresh and young and naive. You are the perfect prey, Alexander. There is... no need yet to end your marriage. We will conceal you as best we are able, bring you here only with protections. When you know yourself, and the truth of your family, enough to choose which life you truly want—then we will reassess.”

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Confusion, a loss of words, baffled, disembodied - These were just a few emotions that struck at him, almost as numbing as the cold that nipped at his neck. The breeze that threatened to chill over his form attempting to break through the well defensive coat that hung off of his form. Yet, he followed, even as the presence of the air lowered even more to a chill once the two of them had made it to the courtyard. 

Alexander listened, without interruption, he knew better than to interrupt Bethianna. More importantly he needed the time anyways a respite from his own thoughts and to listen to another with a much more logical and firm stand point. A longer presence in the history of things where sight and experience over time could issue a better understanding and grasp on not only where he wandered, but what laid in wait, of sorts. 

"Meaning she was just supposed to guide, to help along the expected path of this nation. They were fated to be hidden away and the progress that they'd endure would depend solely on those of its own." Unless, say, that guardian fell in 'Love', he didn't think she couldn't comprehend that. It was just that HE couldn't comprehend her comprehending that. He just made his own head hurt with that circular moment. Eyes darted from one marvel to the next still stunned by the beauty of not only the buildings but the people, it was no wonder Adele's children look like practical models of regal and charm in their own way. With a Mother like Lillian and Rheldor as a father the genes were clearly strong and defined, High class breeding in some peoples worlds. 

The following history lesson caused his feet to stumble a bit, he knew Bethianna was a woman of precision and intention for a 'Better view'. But if what she had said was true. . . It's no wonder Adele truly despises her and yet his own existence. "That's the reason you tried to end her? Because it wasn't supposed to be?" He couldn't say any persons fate of existence was a given - The strands of the future always imply possibilities rarely is anything ever certain. "Granny made a decision to try and save her family, preserve her granddaughters life." And not only that but her own line, maybe it was more of that than love, but from the way it had been described he felt a bit saddened he never got a chance to meet the woman. 

"Then what changed? For you? If she wasn't meant to occur, if you tried to reverse that from ever occurring then why was I the exception?" Alex understood the woman to be a person who felt every being once given birth deserved the right to fight and find their place. To see if they would survive. "Not that I'm complaining. It just seems like an odd choice to make is all."

The withered stalks that sat within the bed caught his attention and he slowly kneeled down to observe it a gentle caressing hand sliding along their dead surface. "Heavy weight, maybe, but so is the constant nagging feeling of death." As he stared more intently at the garden bed his hands retracted and rested on his knees. "But I admit I. . . Was not expecting the weight of the truth. This was a truth I didn't even realize could ever apply to me." What else hid within? How much did any of them know or more specifically, how much did Bethianna and Lillian know that they could not impart onto them? 

Hunger wasn't a thought for him with the information he had been fed an appetite was hard to find. His choice with Cassandra jeopardized two things, his Sister's life and his own wellbeing of being forced into being some form of ruler. He hadn't the life experience and knowledge to even manage such a thing and the path he walked he knew wasn't to be that, yet, he was to be a help. While his mind calmed down his nerves were still a flutter on the inside that he dare not stand up afraid it'd give away his ability to even stand. The lowered position gave him a much larger taste of the chilling air and yet it was a comfort to numb at his cheeks, to take his mind off the building sensation on the inside of uncertainty. 

"That it explains why Jezebel had to take the step she did. I can. . . Understand why Del would want it to end with her. The dangers of it, she wouldn't want to put any of her family in that kind of position. She acts tough but she's probably a larger softie than I am when it comes down to it." He sniffed and gave a light sniggle. It helped enough as he soothed a bit of himself enough to stand up and sigh. 

Alexander nodded in pure agreement. "Naïve is definitely on my list. I wouldn't even know how to manage, where to begin - in my death if it were to come it'd be too much of a vacuum of power that it'd potentially cause so much more damage." A huff of air expelled from his nose. "You'd think being married to a Fairy would cancel that kind of thinking." He remarked, a sign that he at least knew and figured it out, eventually. Though he had yet to deal Cassandra that was still a conversation he wasn't sure it should have been him sharing. 

"Truth of my family? Why am I not surprise that there is more. Stuff I'll have to find out in time." As he contemplated his thoughts his hands fished into his pockets to remove a single card, a Tarot card with the number '0'. "The Fool. . . While inexperienced the possibilities of it are endless, infinite even. My current path doesn't lead me to where they would force me. While a possibility my current road. . ." A sense of self resolution form within himself to the point the next words were strong and confident, a belief within them. 

"I am one destined to be a healer of people. Inspired by one who put the dream in me, unknowingly. I'll do whatever I can to keep a low profile, but I don't know what I can do to help my sister but the 'how' will come to me in time too." As he slid the card back into his pocket his jaw set and thoughts flooded into his mind too rapid for him to find coherency within. "I have to consider the future more intently now, don't I? Those that may potentially descend from me and so on?"

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"Yes. That is why I tried to end her," Bethianna had no qualms about admitting it. The truth was the truth, and rarely was it pleasant. If it changed Alex's view of her, that was unfortunate---but she would rather he be disappointed in the truth than admire a lie. "Aellra was different. Your mother insisted she live, that she take her place on the throne. Even though Liana took her in, Lillian kept her close. Aellra worshiped her. Such heavy influence was not in the interests of the nation's future, they had to be separated." 

Bethianna didn't regret what she'd done. Not one bit. As far as she was concerned, it was all toward a better future for everyone. Sometimes there was a human cost. That was just life.

"By the time we knew of you, Lillian's interest in control had waned. She believed there was no use for you in her life, she saw no need to raise and influence you. You were never a threat in the way Aellra was. Lillian's loss, but there was no reason for you to perish. Not when you could be happily raised outside, in a life all your own," Bethianna turned her head slightly, looking down at Alex with a soft frown. "When Aellra returned, and I saw how she had become her own person, I saw no further reason to view her as a threat. She has objectives of her own, not pushed upon her by Lillian. It is not ideal, but there were worse outcomes."

She was glad that he saw the truth in her assessment of him, he was young and idealistic. Adele's bitter and hard nature served her well where she was, an unfortunate but true fact. Bethianna shook her head as he spoke of more secrets. There wasn't much more of great importance that he was missing.

"The rest is mere details," she said. "Stories that belong to one person or another, the heart of it is here. Should Lillian, Aellra, or any of the others choose to divulge what has occurred to them in life, that is for them to do so. There are things Aellra does not know. But you are all young, and there is plenty of time to discover all the finer points."

The sound of clicking heels clattered through the courtyard, a woman racing toward them with a high-pitched giggle. For a moment, it was as if there were two Bethiannas---the quiet, disapproving one that Alex knew well, and the manic laughing one that had stopped near them. She had the same red ringlets, the same angular face. Her eyes were also green, but not as intense, and she lacked that same energy signature that came from other sorceraic. A witch.

"Mummy, you should have let us know you were coming home!" she said, in heavily accented English. "Daddy and I would have prepared a lovely meal! Who's this friend you've got here, Mummy? He is rather handsome---is he one of your projects?" light as the conversation appeared, and childlike for a woman who was clearly in her twenties or more, there was a cold undertone that persisted beneath the act. 

"This is Alexander," Bethianna replied, irritated. "Alexander, this is Elscia."

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How was he supposed to feel about it other than conflicted? It wasn't something that he could condone, primarily? That was his sister and as much as there had been a major lack of communication between the two and even more that they were trying to figure out what being siblings. At least the chance hadn't been snatched away from him, the other part of it had been he had grown. . . Attached towards Bethianna. Perhaps foolishly, perhaps even borderline dangerously considering her position in the 'Universe' of sorts. He could do nothing about the path nor about the feelings that were rightful of Adele to hold towards the red-haired woman, but, what he could do was be at least a mutual bridge. At least to be someone who could be a anchor in some fashion. 

"Pretty much, you wanted to avoid another Mother, especially someone in a place where they directly could manipulate the course of a nation. Rather than, ya know, an advisor?" Not that he would ever want another Lillian running around, but he had also long decided not to hold too much against the woman. "Which, again, I'm -entirely- grateful towards. Honestly, I liked how I was raised. Sure, a bit of problems here and there, but I couldn't imagine be someone raised by Mother." What would that be like? Flora? That thought somewhat caused him to physically shiver. "You just wanted to make sure she could grow as a person? Not conditioned by genuinely influenced by the atmosphere and the kind of stuff she encountered in life?

That's how he had to see it, luckily due to certain talents of his own he could see more than the merit in this. Also the importance of it all. 

He was new to the world but the trials and troubles had always been like jaws around him. The moment he knew he was more than idealistic had been when he first encountered Lillian, there had still been a hope of a 'Better Mother', which he couldn't deny was still deep within. Not quelled but also not as bright until he could better understand the world, the person, and the grand design that those beyond saw. Yes, being a ruler, a leader supreme was something that Adele could do because she could shield herself in such ways - she was strong and hardened from the things she had faced. 

Irony, they were opposites in not only gender, living, and personality but believes and which face and façade they used to face life and the obstacles set from it. "Is it plausible to believe her and I need one another much more than we anticipated. . .?" He lightly spoke not expecting an answer, it was a voiced thought that was trying to be worked out within his mind. 

Which only lasted for a fraction of a second as his attention drew back to Bethianna. "Mother? Tell me things? Hahaha. . . That only happens once in a blue moon. I think the last blue moon passed for another one-hundred years." He stated jokingly, though he also expected the others would be less willing to share. At least until they found some form of comfort of him actually living. "Getting the knowledge doesn't all need to hit all at once, I understand. It will come when it comes." There were just times in a persons life where the shape of fate knew they were 'ready' how they chose to respond was in their own ability but they'd almost always have the necessary tools. 

His dimmed eyes were torn away from the woman before him from the sound of echoing heels and his eyelids fluttered trying to process if he saw as well as heard what just transpired. This had been one of Bethianna's children? He could see the resemblance but the demeanor. . .It was almost as different as he and his own Mother's. A slight tinge of red stained on his cheeks as he was complimented. 

"T-Thanks." That had been one of the few times someone had bluntly commented on his appearance in such a way, more so caught him off guard but his countenance shaped up easily. He could have swore there was this tense layer in the way she spoke, at least towards Bethianna, it did dawn back onto what the woman had told him about her own 'Motherly' habits. "Well, I dunno about projects... But yea, the names Alexander. Nice to meet you, Elscia." He held his hand outwards keeping pristine manners even in the face of sounding his usual casual self. 

"Didn't expect this kind of meeting, have to admit." Not that he expected -any- of this, it was all like one experience after another and the rollercoaster ride? It didn't end.

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"Should you reach your hundredth year, I fear you'll be disappointed in the frequency of your 'blue moon'," Bethianna's wry tone suggested it was... a joke? Elscia's sudden intrusion was less than welcome, immediately setting her lips to a thin frown. The girl played up like this as if it were to embarrass her, there were no real bonds behind her terms of endearment. It was an act. It was always an act.

"Oh, yes, I have heard of you," Elscia said with a gleeful grin. "Mummy doesn't like to give details, but Aunty Lillian was most obliging. Little Alexander Athrose, finally back home---what an occasion! Where has Mummy been hiding you? She hasn't---oh no, your eyes..." Elscia tutted softly. "She took it away from you too, didn't she? Made you choose the other side. What did Mummy tell you to make you agree to that?"

"Elscia, enough," Bethianna warned.

"In any case, it does make us the same, and that is exciting. Do you know how it is to only have cousins preoccupied with eternity? Now we have each other, dear cousin, you'll be far better company than Aellra and her breed, I can see that already..." there was something very wrong about Elscia. A sinister playfulness that lurked beneath her melodic voice, the clear contempt she held for Bethianna while pretending to a sweet daughter act. "I suppose it was different for you anyway, dear cousin. My chance of surviving acceptance was ever stronger than yours, quite certain to succeed. Yours, oh... I weep for you, cousin. Even if you survived, what life is it to be Mummy's only experiment gone right?"

Bethianna stood in stony silence, letting Elscia dribble her shit. Sooner or later the girl's incoherent babble would reduce her credibility to nothing. There was rarely any use fighting her, Elscia was good enough at destroying herself.

"But well done to you, Mummy, for letting this one go. It can't have been easy after all of these years, why who could blame you if you thought perhaps to infuse him as Aunty Lillian did with Láurendylora?" 

"Do not speak of things you know nothing about," Bethianna said firmly. But Elscia simply laughed, and reached out to squeeze Alex's shoulder.

"So secretive, aren't they? So glad you're one of us, and not one of them."

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"Ha! Yea, I guess it does at that!" Alexander held an amused smirk which only dimmed once Elscia had stepped onto the scene. There was something off about it all and he had to attribute it potentially to the same reason why he and his own biological mother were 'Strained'. Even to the way that Bethianna's frown formed from which he witnessed from the peripheral version which gave an impression of the true connection of this mother-daughter pair. 

"You have. . .?" As the woman continued his face shifted into one of partial annoyance as well as curiosity. This sudden biting feeling in his mind wasn't due to Elscia, though she could be the type to rub other the wrong way intentionally. It had been the simple fact that Lillian even talked about him, even brought him up as some kind of subject, yet, for what reason? "Really? Mother told you all of that about me? Gotta' say, I'm touched, deeply. " A hint of sarcasm in his words towards the end while he wrapped his mind behind reasons that he couldn't fathom.  "Eyes. . .? What's wr-" He nearly forgot about the contacts and instantly shut his mouth, letting her droll on. Even without him commenting on whether he made a 'choice' he knew that if she was as sharp as all the others she'd potentially catch on, he hadn't made a choice yet. 

"I wouldn't really say we're the same. I'm too social and the whole cloak and dagger bit that others like to play just isn't my kind of style!" The level of creepiness she had been exuding was amped up in his mind, there were various levels and he had just placed her below the twins from 'The Shining' book. "The others aren't so bad though, everyone has their quirks and issues but they're good people - Been good to me and I'm practically a stranger." She may have known them longer but he understood his family deep enough to know they all had their troubles but Eternity focus wasn't one of their flaws. Maybe, eventually, but not yet. "Not so bad. Aunty Bethianna is pretty cool and hey, sometimes being a project helps to see some neat things.

He knew he was more than just a 'Simple project', even if it had been a reason he didn't mind for the previous reason but also because there needed to be someone to understand and find a way for the Males to survive better. Even if the chance wasn't certain bettering the chances, bettering the need to be independent rather than dependent was a necessary thing. Alexander, personally, hated being so dependent on the others. He felt like a burden, perhaps a reason why he has been so focused on being helpful to Adele when he could - to be something other than weight. 

An eyebrow arched upwards - how much did Elscia know? The name at first spoken was foreign to him. But unfortunately, the lid was spoken and he had already been prithee to enough small details that small gears in his mind began to connect the pieces. 'Lauren' -  As in the child of Adele and Alan but he didn't understand. Infusion? His mind skipped back to the discussion he had with Bethianna before, about Lillian's choice to use 'The Brown' and it all started to make more sense. 

'Merlin's Freaking Toadstools. . .!?' His hand rubbed at the temple of his head being hit with another bit of information he didn't need to know, that he didn't want to know - because he understood now he couldn't open his mouth. It needed to stay locked deep inside a knowledge never fettered towards one of the few people he had grown to trust. 

If this was what it was like to keep something crucially important for someone for their own sake? He no longer found fault in Adele's decision involving the deeper understanding of their shared heritage. 

Alexander hadn't moved as Elscia squeezed his shoulder. He let out a slight smile as friendly as it may have seemed it was more of one that held a sort of roguishness to it. "I think many people are secretive regardless. But. . . Sorry~ To say two things, first being, I don't think my gal would enjoy such a touch! Boundaries and all." He gently took Elscia's hand and lifted it from his shoulder to settle it down at her side. "And second, You're kind of assuming a lot, aren't you?" He left it at that for her to figure out more.

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Elscia, it seemed, did not have the heightened intuition that Bethianna, Lillian, and the others did. She made guesses based on what she could see, and what she assumed to be true. Alexander's eyes were not as she would have expected from her mother's kind, and they looked too dull still to be containing any of that power. It didn't occur to her that a simple pair of contact lenses might be meddling with her perception. Alexander must simply have chosen (or been forced to choose) his wizarding side. But she laughed as her hand was moved.

"Oh now, your girl doesn't approve of your family being close?" she asked. Elscia had no designs on Alexander, even though they were not blood kin. He was however, a curiosity in how he'd managed to capture Bethianna's attention for so long. Getting answers had been difficult, but persistence paid off. It was almost... sweet... how her mother was working so hard to replace what she'd lost. Elscia didn't really have time for what held sentimental value for her mother though. What was more important was that it existed.

And so too was the nugget of supposedly secret information so casually tossed into the conversation. Another fact gleaned from Lillian in one of her weaker moments, the diabolical scale of the lie was delicious to her. Having Alexander know, and therefore be forced to wrestle with himself over whether he ought speak up... a mental anguish that might almost pay him back the torture that was living a life invisible to her own mother, a woman forever preoccupied with a lost prince. Haphazard as she seemed, Elscia was as cold and calculating as Bethianna could be. 

"I know Mummy has tried this so many times, I really thought she would push you further. The others, clearly, were not successful. Had Aunty Lillian not protested, she had a mind to take little Calebrien that way too, didn't you Mummy?" as Elscia looked at her, Bethianna could not---would not---deny it. "But, you standing here, wizard as you are... now that is a wonderful sign that Mummy has accepted that it brings only illness and pain, and not to inflict it any further."

"Are you quite done, Elscia?" Bethianna frowned. 

"Don't be like that, Mummy. I just want to welcome my cousin here to the family. And if there is anything he wishes to know about us, he is most welcome to ask," the smile that spread across her lips didn't falter for a second. "I think you'll find me far more agreeable with information than our elders, or even your sister."

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"Oh, Family is one thing." Snakes trying to inject venom into the veins? That was something entirely different and he personally wasn't on board the train Elscia was driving, looked as if it could crash at any moment with her at the helm. It did make sense to him why Bethianna would potentially force the woman to choose her wizarding side, after all, was this the kind person that needed access to longevity? The havoc she could wreck now could last a long time, but in never seeing an end it could last for eternity. "Ah, but what am I saying, I'm sure you know how crazy women can be about stuff.

Mostly because -she- was a crazy woman, but he wasn't about to poke the bear on THAT one. 

If it hadn't been for Elscia's own open admittance of her choice of being a Wizard, Alexander wouldn't have even noticed the difference with the way she chose to use her words and knowledge as a form of weapon. Albeit, it seemed more like a blunted blade in the presence of Bethianna, yet not so much for himself. Yes, he was sure, while it was to annoy the woman he could consider a caretaker it was more intender to shove a blade deep within himself. She was a cold and cruel individual and it seemed he was stuck holding this bag of a secret. Something he knew his Mother wouldn't be too keen on having him, of all people, know. 

As he looked towards Bethianna at the final words a slight rub of the back of his neck formed, he hadn't considered that Caleb could have potentially been within his own shoes. But it made sense, the way she asked of him to watch over the young wizard, trapped in a family where he is the one forced to age. It was a weight he would ask of no person to wield and a softer sigh escaped. "Well, it's lucky he didn't need to. He didn't need the years on top of years of pain that culminated with it. While the larger pain is at the end of life I would rather he enjoy and make the most of it without worrying if it would truly be his last." His words were spoken with a form of care and yet protection of the choices made, he wouldn't change the course of them. 

Did he want to be in pain himself? No, he wasn't that kind of a masochist. But he was a protector and if he was the one that needed to endure that pain if only to save his family from it, if only to save Caleb from it? He would. 

Yet, what followed, was his usual bright smile. That one some could consider a 'Rockstar' or 'Popstar's' grin that bore on his face as he gave a side-glance towards Bethianna then back towards Elscia. It seemed like she didn't hadn't caught on to the small nuggets he had gifted to her graciously, more so than what he would have wanted and so he kept any enlightenment on it to himself. He was intended to be incognito and that was how it had to be, he could break the surprise to her if he managed to crawl out of the ditch. 

"Oh, you're right, there is a lot I'd like to know. Secrets, hidden knowledge, all the related jazz? Not my kind of thing. Funny how the perception of family can be so much different based on culture, necessity and expectancy. . ." His dulled eyes shifted towards the grandeur that had been L'Arindelle. "And maybe you would be more agreeable but at what cost? To what true end are your motives?" Alexander's head shook denying this chance of enticement, this temptation, while curiosity had always been a major part of him - Inquisitiveness in trying to find out the truth of the world around him even as it tried to develop too quickly for him to catch on. He had always learned to prize his relationships above that which would grant him momentary satisfaction, that brief nugget of knowledge was a well of decay. 

Especially from this particular source. 

"My sister may hide stuff from me but it is never with the true intention behind it like our Mother, nor, is it like Aunty Bethianna's." Though, there had been odd similarities behind it to the latter. He wasn't going to tell Adele that she'd probably cringe more than when he said 'I love you'. "But I know I'll be told in time, when it matters when it comes to my Elder's who chose to involve me in their lives. I have no doubt your Mother will tell me what her reasons are eventually.

When? He would never know, it could be well after his Acceptance, it could be right before when the uncertainty of it would prompt for one final understanding piece of the woman. 

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"My motives?" Elscia's eyebrows rose, along with the pitch of her voice as though she thought the proposition was simply laughable. "I don't think you understand, dear cousin. I have nothing to gain from any of you. Even were I not so far removed from the line of succession, to what end could I ever expect it should fall to me with so many eternals before me? I have precisely, in this time, all that will ever be allotted to me and never any true chance of more, and I am not unhappy with that," there was a ring of truth to her words. She didn't have anything to gain, but that wasn't the point. Elscia didn't want power, political or magical. Reasons that drove the average person simply weren't there.

"Yet you do nothing without cause, Elscia," Bethianna intoned, her voice still incredibly displeased. Elscia's tight grin flashed through annoyance, to anger. And then... hurt.

"Is it so outlandish to think perhaps I desire some member of my family to care if I live or die?" she snapped. "You disallow me our common blood then shun me for not having it---you fight for Lui'xander's right to exist and yet deny mine even as I stand here? You say it is because he has purpose, when both we know such purposes are invented and given by you. Is my crime that you had daughter and not son? Am I so purposeless and useless to you simply because I could not replace your brother?"

Bethianna's expression didn't flicker as Elscia hissed her injured accusations. None of it was untrue, and none of it really could be defended. So she remained silent.

"Mistake not, Lui'xander, that is what draws her to you. To turn you into the shadow of a brother centuries dead. Aunty Lillian ensured Calebrien's blood was purged to save him from such a fate, and though the dullness of your eyes suggests you also have been purged---what is it you plan now, Mummy? You couldn't mean to replace him entire with the Violet?" Elscia's expression was one of disgust. "Lui'xander, dear cousin, if you tire of being moved as a piece in the game---seek for me. I cannot save you from their strings and secrets, but I can provide human company. Something in short supply in our family."

And with her outburst complete, Elscia swept away as fast as she had arrived. Bethianna's expression still hadn't moved. But she had turned to one of the gardens, her fingers tracing the edges of the petals on a yellow rose.

"I imagine you have some questions," she said softly. "Ask what you will."

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"Well, you have me there." Alex admitted honestly and with no hint of shame what-so-ever, he didn't find a need to be ashamed of ignorance if one was seeking to correct it after all. "I don't know and though you aren't like the eternal people, the slight experiences I do have with those relative regardless have me more in thought on figuring each person out." Even now he hadn't fully judged Elscia, she was creepy for sure, but there was some form of damage on the inside that he very well couldn't weigh entirely on her. All that she'd ever want? It sounded like complacency but perhaps it was more so because it felt more like a choice 'already chosen'. A kind of life he couldn't fathom not being able to make the choice even more so knowing that there were infinite possibilities to anything. 

The subtilty that is choice. 

Just then, as the expression changed on her face a pang of remorse rang within himself. Maybe he was too soft? Too good hearted? But it was something that caused him to gain a better understanding regardless. But her outburst came quick and hard, not enough time for him to collect his thoughts and what he would have wanted to say before she had already quickly left the scene. "I'm not sure if she 'deserves better', but. . . Her pain definitely eats away at her." His eyes drifted skyward in thought then nodded almost as if he made a self-decision, he wasn't one easily 'polluted' by the words of people. First and foremost knowledge and understanding had been his friend since being brought into this crazy world of Sorcerer's. "Not sure what to even do with that, haha..." The laughter was weak as contemplation attempted to set in before the more pertinent questions and thoughts came into mind, barrel rolling.

The softness in Bethianna's voice tempered him, this much was too, perhaps it was more of a sign not of just the truth of the matter but that there had been potentially 'more'. "I have been wondering the 'why' for a while. But you're not one to give answers unless necessary." Or forced, this was the latter, a forced admission. Would she have told him eventually or would he have stumbled over it? "Something also tells me there is a big story behind it all, so I'll start with what happened with your brother? Er. .. If it isn't too much to ask, of course. I'm not the type that'd one to pull open a wound but it'd help me understand more. At least better to know the position and reason.

Alexander turned his full attention towards the red-haired woman before adding in. "Now that I think about it. . . She said 'Violet'? Which I guess you can see my confusion there. You being of the Green and all."

 

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Bethianna let Alex speak, the bitter taste of Elscia's anger fading from her mouth. The girl was--in many ways--quite validated in her hurt. The choice to purge her of the blood had been made before she was even born, the sole reason for her existence resting upon a technicality of Bethianna's sham marriage. So the girl's purpose had merely been to exist and prove that Bethianna and Kheldere were married completely. She had never intended for the girl to ever know that she'd had the blood, or indeed much at all about her other heritage. Yet, Elscia had run to Lillian and been told far more than Bethianna ever wanted her to know.

"Elscia is wrong when she says "brother" and "cousin"," Bethianna started slowly. "Lillian uses such terms to suggest we have bonds made in blood, but aside from our shared ability we are not kin. At least, not in the way humans understand the word." It was a difficult concept to explain, made more difficult by the fact that there had been no explanation to her. Or to the others. There was no before

"I have told you this story, have I not? Of the six, as three pairs: the Brown and the Grey, the Blue and the Gold, and the Green and the Violet. Not siblings born together, but paired from heart to soul. Twins to each other, but for the eyes---equal sides of the scale. One light, one dark. One day, one night. Together a perfect balance, designed to complement and complete each other. Out of six, only one was male. The Violet---made with a tear in his soul that leaked as a mortal's. His pain gave great depth to his thoughts, and he was known also as the Philosopher. No source of energy or healing could mend that tear. He was the first of the six to cease," Bethianna's hand dropped from the rose.

"The second to cease was The Grey. She gave her heart to a mortal who perished, his death fractured her mind. Unbound by morality and unravelling in her soul, she hunted down descendants of our blood, any who were not kin to her---she purged. The Grey accumulated power and reduced them to mortal, in the hope that she could save herself future pain by being able to extend the life of any new love indefinitely. It took the remaining four to trap The Grey, and to keep her imprisoned until she begged to cease. Her twin and jailer, The Brown, never recovered from the loss and the guilt, and ceased soon after."

"I don't know what became of The Gold. I know her twin, The Blue---your mother---feels her absence keenly. It is only in recent years that Millea vanished, I assume she simply doesn't want to be found, else we would know more. There is nothing to suggest she has ceased, though I'm not sure if your mother would even speak of it if she had. The loss would explain a lot of her desperation, but that is... pure speculation on my part."

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Spencer ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Guitarist/Vocalist - Local School Hero!✩ Kaitore
19 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ HE/HIM

How deep did this 'game of manipulation' extend? At one point in the revelation of everything he had already been more thankful that he wasn't a 'piece on the chess board' and at the time it seemed it was to be so. Yet, as time grew on and the situation of his unchosen state and potential future stirred on it made him realize he was more of a piece than he had given credit towards. On one persons view a possibility for something but it was what that something was that eluded him even in this moment, even as the questions came to mind he wasn't sure how to ask them. 

Listening to the re-established summary of the various entities of their race the pieces began to light up in his mind to make sense of it all. They were the very firsts of their kind, the progenitor's. "I. .. That's inconceivable. . ." How often did one get to meet the beginning of the entire line? Not, with how many years have passed and what seemed to be the various troubles and deaths that scrawled out in their history he had been lucky strength was still within the few that existed and chose to 'spread' even if accidentally. "I get it. . . Maybe not by blood but the bond of soul and heart, you're closer even more so than traditional twins that Human's and other races may know of them." The feeling of loss that had occurred wouldn't even be fathomable in his mind but he could imagine it being like a blackened abyss, an emptiness where once things were full. 

"You all were learning then. . . Is that why you and Mother tend to keep your distance? To avoid the potential break and what other stuff could occur being guides?" Could it  be something relative to that idea? His and Adele's mother, after all, had been considered 'too feeling' from what he had remembered being told. Elscia's own goose egg of a knowledge drop along with the relation between the Green and Violet gave him a good enough picture of Bethianna's own stance and potential wound. 

"I'm sorry, about your brother. I know it was eons before I was even a drop of a thought in fates weave. That's the kind of a pain I wouldn't wish on any person." Alexander's head lowered slightly in respect for a moment then proceeded to lift back up. "Millea? That's a pretty name. Sounds almost Matron like, something you'd read in a tale like King Arthur." Really, he expected her capacity as a 'Mother' had been equal to Bethianna's and Lillians, which wasn't much. They certainly weren't going for the 'Mother of the Centuries' awards anytime soon. 

"Then is what she said, Elscia, true? That you had some kind of intention to try and infuse me with the 'Violet', your brother? Like. . . Mother did with Lauren?" That was the elephant in the room in any other moment except now, it held relevance. Even as the words left his lips it felt unreal to the point he wasn't sure how to truly feel other than being exceedingly confused. "And don't worry I don't plan to tell anyone. . . THAT bit. That. .. That is too heavy of a weight for others.

Alex considered that he was a safer bet, while he connected with his family easily personally he never had the chance to meet or experience the young girl before her original demise. The others, they were still heavily effected to this day by it and needless to say that was not a burden of guilt and regret he wanted to heap on anyone. 

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Tally Staff ☆ Tallygarunga Librarian★ Sadrienne
35* year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

He seemed to at least grasp the concept of the sorceraic twins, and that was a relief. Somewhere between closest family and soulmate, but at the same time neither---it wasn't a concept easily explained. Only that they were parts of the same whole, and never fully balanced without the other. He also seemed to have realised Bethianna's own place in the story, though she went to great lengths not to directly connect those dots. 

"The Violet existed barely as long as you have now," she said after a moment. "A fraction of even a mortal life. He lived what he had to the full, yet his only child was a halfblooded boy that perished in his acceptance. Such the line of Violet was ended," she recounted it all as if from a book, a legend passed down through the ages. To think that she had been there, that it had been her who conducted that first failed acceptance---Bethianna distanced herself from the history. That was another her. One who lived too long ago to be who she was now.

"Yes.. Millea is the name she used last we knew her," Bethianna's voice strengthened a little with the change of subject. "She had a warrior spirit, a battle tactician who whispered in the ears of conquerors who became legend. She is perhaps the only person your mother truly cared for with the whole of her heart. They were utterly devoted to each other. More so even than the Grey and the Brown. Together they raised L'Arindelle from the sea and warded it from muggle eye, and together they saw this safe haven form and grow. Millea was not content to remain here while conflict waged outside the wards, and neither was she pleased with how your mother inserted herself directly into the bloodline. She left shortly before your sister came to be, and has not been seen since."

At his next question, Bethianna simply shook her head.

"Infuse you? I had thought about it, but until the situation with Ylora we did not know it even possible," she admitted. "Your sister made a fool decision to leave this world, and as she lay broken to the last of her life, Lillian pushed her to accept her sorceraic blood so that she might survive. Aellra survived, but the daughter she carried---of the blood but not accepted---was too weak to survive from her own energy. I do not approve of what Lillian did, but I understand her reasons. It was at best a desperate hope, that by joining the last remaining light of the Grey with Ylora's waning spirit she might have enough to mend the tear and live. And... it worked," Bethianna shrugged one shoulder. "But the daughter that was born was not the daughter that was conceived. Not entirely. Ylora grew with absolute awareness of her surroundings, she was born with the intelligence and independence of an adult... trapped in an infant body. And she despised Aellra. To gain the freedom she desired, Ylora faked her own death and became Flora as you know her now."

And that was the key. Lillian hadn't saved Lauren and then just decided not to tell anyone about it. This had been masterminded by Lauren herself, and the secrecy kept to shield Adele from the painful truth that the daughter she grieved for had done all this to escape her. 

"Much of The Grey has been imparted on her. That concerns me. Within her is the girl she was made by her mother and father, but also a much older, bitter. and stronger soul. You see the child she is but rarely," Bethianna frowned. "Knowing this, it would take much for me to force such a duality on another. Or even to find a person with whom I could trust the existence of the Violet. A last and desperate resort, possibly. I couldn't say. I don't plan for it."

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Spencer ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Guitarist/Vocalist - Local School Hero!✩ Kaitore
19 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ HE/HIM

"A lost line. . . At least he tried to live it the way he did. Most people don't really get it, when you're knocking on death's door due to something out of your control your perception on how you approach things changes." That was something he not only understood but lived, he wasn't sure how this man of the Violet was but something told him had they met, they probably would have gotten along well with that commonality. As if on cue the weighted change in the woman's voice caught his ear, a sign that the previous topic had been much heavier than he could have potentially anticipated. Alex chose to respect that not pushing the note further, after all, he had a general grasp of the importance of the person and even that he was a trigger towards Bethinna's focus towards the males that were born and managed to survive to fight. 

"Ha! That is a pretty interesting balance, a Warrior and a Teacher." The irony wasn't lost on him even more so when he considered his name sake. "I gotta admit, that's a bit of a punch to the face. But that's something I get, with how you explained their connection between the two out of balance. It'd be natural, expected, that such a connection would happen. Even more so if the person was more prone to feeling adoration for someone, more than what others could have expected." He couldn't imagine his mother giving anything 'of her heart' genuinely, but maybe that had just been one of many reasons for the way that she was? "Something tells me she'd -really- disapprove of me then, haha. Guess Mother must miss her presence, even if she doesn't say it."

What would it even be like? To see the two of them interact? That was a curiosity that would have to be sidelined. 

Alexander nodded slowly "A new name, something that could distance and cut the ties and yet at the same time identify with the 'Her' she is now, being not fully whom she was." That must be chaotic even in the certainty and devilish schemes that laid awake in the young girls mind. It explained her mannerisms and distance, even the hate that she spewed about being left by her own maternal figure. "And in doing so. . Mother created a girl who is a completed wild card and enigma in the mind, am I right? What ever plan and desires she has is completely alien I imagine." He was stuck in this rut of how to feel towards her, pity wasn't something that could be a proper definition. Sorrow, he felt sorrowful that this situation had occurred and that the chances of reconciliation were nil. ". . . I sure hope she wasn't spying on me visiting that Memorial at Tally everyday. Bet she'd probably mock me for it." A hand shifted through his hair in frustration that he had even learned all this knowledge. 

Knowledge, is was power equally as much as it could be a venom. 

"Well, either way, sounds like I need to apologize to her for being such a crude Uncle. Even if she doesn't accept it I'd know I at least reached my hand out in understanding and acknowledgement of my own wrongs." Taking responsibility for his actions or inactions, even without knowing them from the time - This had been one of his many ideals and beliefs. "Okay, last resort, because that would literally change who I am. Well, an upside is, if it does come to that and I do manage to survive the Violet would have a second chance to create a line." Hopefully, anyways, if he would remain majority of himself but who knew what it could do for an already well into early adulthood person?

"Anyways, my view of you hasn't changed. I got a better understanding of you, even if only a little yet personal." There was so much information now threading through his mind and most of it had to be kept locked up deep inside, his mind left to contemplate and wield these bits and pieces closely - Guardedly. It was a new concept for him and he knew he would have to steel himself in that endeavor. 

"Out of curiosity. . . I imagine I'd find out when that time comes. But, what is your plan if I do manage to survive the Acceptance?"

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Tally Staff ☆ Tallygarunga Librarian★ Sadrienne
35* year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

"Millea was always fair-minded, I think it pained her enough to be at odds with Lillian," Bethianna murmured. There was a tiny thread of jealousy there. She had barely known her own twin long enough to know what that bond was like, or how it compared to the absence of it. "But the seeds were sewn long before you or your sister, when a descendant of the Blue and a descendant of the Gold found themselves paired as Lillian and Millea had been. Young and foolish, they were hunted by the Grey. Slain and absorbed into the monster the Grey became," the stories always did feel like just that. Stories. Dramatic, thrilling. Full of pain. 

"When the time came that the Grey was weak and vulnerable, Millea insisted on a complete end as had been given to her descendants. Lillian would not agree. As the others debated what must be done, Lillian spirited away what was left of the Grey for 'safe keeping', promising that no descendants would again come to harm at the hand of the Grey, but... we know what she did make of that now," which made Flora a problem. Something so completely unknown even to the ones who made her, there was no way to predict how she would be. Was there enough Lauren to hold back the darkness? Bethianna wished she had an answer.

"It may fall to us to finish the task," Bethianna warned. "Be wary of her, Alexander. I know not what she wants, or what she is capable of. Do not let her facade fool you, Flora is not a child. She merely chooses a child's face to keep you unguarded."

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as Alexander mentioned the personal nature of their conversation. Bethianna was unsure how he managed it each time, he seemed to uncover more and more pieces of the puzzle. It was... and she hated to make the comparison... similar to how the Violet had been in his ability to get her to talk. Only with him had she ever allowed her guard to truly drop, everything else was purpose and calculations. She had affection, that much was true, but she dealt it as a goddess to her chosen people. From a distance, and ever unknowable herself. 

"If you survive, the next question is to be why you survived. Mayhap it will help future descendants, I would hope you not be the only one. Perhaps we will see what should come if a male and female of full blood brought forth children. A clue to how we came to be, maybe. Of course, it would also be necessary to see if there are ways to more permanently fix the tear from which you leak, as it was with the Violet. If you survive acceptance, that only means you to be in the same condition as he, and he perished still."

There were no guarantees. Ever. That was the problem.

"But for your life as a whole? That is your own," she said after a long moment. "Perhaps you would wish to find your destiny here, and take your place as your father's son. I don't see that for you, but I may be wrong. I believed similar of Aellra. You I see as more us than them, with potential in time to step outside of the flow of human life and to guide, heal, teach perhaps. You will find what calls you, given the chance."

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Spencer ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Guitarist/Vocalist - Local School Hero!✩ Kaitore
19 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ HE/HIM

What would she have thought of Lillian's choice to make use of a person with such a danger in such a way? Confliction, on one side there was this young girl, who apparently not only had been a mastermind but used the youthful expression as a way to penetrate and leave others without a proper shield of awareness - Making them underestimate her capabilities. "Ah. .  Merlin's ale breath. . . Yea, I get what you mean, with that spirit in Lauren, er, Flora. It means she could potentially be as depraved maybe even more so with another persons own hatred fueling that kind of crusade." Was it even possible to reach to one side and strengthen it against the other in that duality? Or has it been far too late that the darkness already swallowed both up like a chain in a prison? "Shit, they won't be ready if it does turn out to be the worse scenario." He wasn't even ready himself to wield the news, fighting was beyond his capability and skills in that way. 

"I'll keep that in mind, even so, I want to at least see if I can connect to the part of her that is Lauren and not the Grey." Both of his hands pressed against his waist as a weak smirk pressed onto his face. "Maybe I just like doing hard things, maybe it's more of sentimental naivety. . But I want to at least give her the chance of having a support of strength." There was a sense of resolution within him and while he understood it was risky for him and in the long run those connected to him, could he in good conscious let another being fall without trying? "Someone once gave me the chance to live and effect the world through support. Even if there was a major plan behind it that doesn't omit the chance to grow as one of the reasons. Don't worry, I'll keep on my guard and cautious every bit of the way." Cautious, rarely was that his choice of approaching anything but life and death were in the balance in more ways than he could have considered if the worse were to pass as the truth. 

The fondness Alexander held towards Bethianna could perhaps be considered and oddity to those that would know the history of her and took a glance at the type of person he was. Truth of it had been he didn't see her as an entirely bad person, maybe questionable motives and reactions to things that appeared but he still felt there was someone good - someone worth understanding. She was, after all, like the 'Awesome Aunt' he never had. 

"Well we can scratch my charming good looks off the reason for survival." A small joke at his own expense, he had to light the way at the end of his tunnel even if others wouldn't get the reason for his morbid self-jabs. "I wouldn't want to be the only one and I definitely want to find out what that 'key' would be. I had considered what could happen if two of the same purity would end up starting a line. It may not take immediately but if in the long run it could cause a strengthening of against the leak that'd be a start. Yea, strengthening before a full repair should be the goal." At least in magic theory applied, if it could be made stronger than it potentially could be made 'whole' - but the why - that's what alluded them and it was the question to his problem. 

"Haha, I don't see myself staying here either. Nice place, I'll give you that and breath taking. . . But if the idea is true Balance then Adele needs to be here. Maybe if they ever truly need me I'll be here." This was a decision he had made thinking about his life on the other side, in the larger world. There were many friends and people he had met and instantly each one needed him in some way, not as a savior - a Counselor and mayhaps a healer of some sort. "Yea, I think it's her line that should be the heralds of this place. Whether it's as Monarchy, council, or ever watchful guides - They should be able to shape it.

Speaking of shaping his eyes shift a bit downwards in thought - if energy and presence was important was it probable that his own essence with another like him could strengthen that 'valve that leaks' within?  A dangerous thought and one that could only be explored if things turned down shaky-lane. 

"But I think. . . I am at the precipice of ready. To make that choice, a lot of the goals I need to start working on and focusing on depends on it. And I can say. . . I have no regrets for what I have walked." Well, almost no regrets, but that wasn't so much a regret as much as it was an unfortunate circumstance. "As for the right time, place and environment. . . I'll leave that to your guidance and knowledge.  I mean I know absolutely nothing. Haha."

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Tally Staff ☆ Tallygarunga Librarian★ Sadrienne
35* year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

Alexander really was terribly naive. Bethianna wasn't sure if that was what made him so endearing, or if it was her tragic tendency to invest her time into lost causes. Naivety was a leading cause of death, after all. The Violet had possessed the same wide-eyed optimism, he'd always been so certain that the world was good at the core of it. Bethianna wasn't so sure. There were days, more often than she liked, where she found herself wondering if their effort was ever worth it. Could the world really be so much worse, worse than it currently was, if they had never interfered?

"There will be complications, if you should decide to be known here," Bethianna said. "You will need to decide if you wish to be known as Rheldor's son, or Aellra's brother. It can never be known that he is her father, so you cannot be both," but that was really small fish in a world like this. The lies were everywhere if you looked just beneath the surface. Questions had always been raised about Adele's parentage, were it not for the distinct Athrose eyes the challenges might have succeeded. 

For Alex, she really did see a different future. If he lived beyond his acceptance, and then still beyond his natural life---he had the potential to become a force for good. A potential that would be wasted at the head of such a backward society as the one in L'Arindelle. For all it's beauty, it was a place of knives. Democracy would be an interesting transition, if it ever happened. 

"There is a philosopher once who believed the measure of a life was not in how ready one would be to end it, but in how ready one would be to relive each moment. To return to the place they are in, with all the pain and all the joy, every good and bad decision. For a life is the sum of joy and pain both, good and bad both, and if you cannot say that you would arrive back to where you are with satisfaction... then truly you have not lived," she liked to imagine that The Violet would have enjoyed modern philosophy. She didn't, so much, but there was a part of her (not a part of her own, she felt) that needed it.

"If you are content with the measure of your life as it stands, you are ready," there was a reluctance to her voice, if only slightly. Alexander might be ready, but was she? "Set about putting your affairs in order, speak with those as if it may be the last time. Once you are done, we will set about a time to move forward."

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