Anarini Mountains, Thrisc Kingdom, Firnic 34th, year 12 2nd Dynasty AFF (After the First Founding)
Dunor slept soundly under the shade of Ah'ko trees as the five star leaves swayed in the winds. His helmet didn't move in inch, not even as his makeshift pillow moved to keep the blood flowing in its legs.
The sound of children screaming and laughing could be heard in the distance, carried by the vast empty plains in front of his position.
"You know, I wouldn't have thought something like this would've happened. So many suitors walked away when they spotted me. "
Dunor chuckled a little.
"We both would have ended up trying to drown our sorrows, or in your case in a throne room drowning in wine, Bilezeath."
His eyes opened to a woman with a pale complexion to her skin. Her artic blue eyes looked to the children in the plains. Though her smile was like a treasure, her dress was, for a lack of a better term, just as white as her skin and hair.
"Oh, really Dunor? Last I checked I don't carry around seven flasks," she cheekily replied.
"Please, you know I only drink for the flavor."
"And I with my wine, though that didn't stop your pursuit of my hand despite me inheriting my mother Jadis'… looks…"
She then looked down to see his 'eyes', her smile not waving.
"What can I say you and I have a lot in common, though those bastards that walked out on you didn't know what they lost."
"Yes, though then again were it not for my beauty I wouldn't have caught your eyes that fateful day."
He chuckles while he sits up, while she changes her seating position. His eyes then looked at all of the five children in the field. They all had their mother's pale complexion, yet they had his light brown eyes as well.
"You know despite having so many you never showed favoritism to any one of them."
"I'm their father, I'm supposed to love all of them equally."
"Not many would see it through your eyes."
"Well, I was raised differently as a bounty hunter than that of royalty."
She couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle that sounded like an angel that came down from the heavens.
"Father still thinks you should resume those 'etiquette classes' rather than speak with a commoner's loose tongue."
"Hummmm, nope. After all, how are my targets supposed to know what they're charges are if I spoke 'high speech'?"
She couldn't help herself and slapped his arm playfully.
"Oh no, the terror of having to learn to talk respectfully to other rulers," she replied, feigning the dread of a possible decline in the geopolitical reputation sphere.
"You know me so well, but in any case, now that I'm awake and not hunting another criminal, what was it you wanted to show me?" he asked.
She lifts up her hand and something changes, her pupils widen as her hand moves in a circle leaving behind ice floating in the air, which caught Dunor's eye a little with interest as she started to make an artificial snowflake. Its design was intricate as she made the crystalline water move and take form. As if making the water viper change in the air and exciting the molecules to become what she willed it to be. Manipulating nature itself, yet there was a limit to this.
Dunor began to notice his wife start to become strained, but she pressed on until the ice in front of her took the shape of their family. Though once she was finished she collapsed in exhaustion into his arms, and just as quickly as she made their family portrait out of ice, it just as quickly melted. He wasn't concerned about the family portrait his wife's gift had created in the air, he was more worried about her.
It was the fact that her skin felt too cold to the touch, like it went deep into her flesh and bone. That to perform what she did was causing her to become one with the ice itself.
"Are you alright?"
She gives a nod as she breathes deeply to calm her sputtering heartbeat.
"I'm fine Dunor, it's usually never this draining to use my magic. Only unless I'm pregnant," she replied, her smile never failing.
This made his eyes widen with shock, she took notice of this through his shift in body language. His posture changed so quickly as if he had just realized he was holding a delicate piece of china.
"You know you could have told me that without your abilities," he replied with a chuckle.
"Oh dear, where's the fun in that?" She replied.
Anarini Mountains, Former Thrisc Kingdom, Firnic 34th, year 3 AGMC (After the Great Magi Culling)
Her imagination of her father's memory stopped as she opened her eyes to the picnic area of her youth. With a gentle sigh she then lays a bouquet of red roses between the man-made stones with her family's names chiseled into them. Her skin was albino with her eyes just as cold and arctic blue as her mother's. She is the sixth child standing amongst her resting family. Her smile as if forged from the purest gold ever taken from the mines of Ormia.
She then walked away in silence placing her father's helmet over her head concealing her beauty, though monsters with gray decaying skin and large red maws gathered to claim her corpse. The 'senseless' never saw her mother's magic and father's weapon work so well together. Leaving behind the monsters' bodies to rot in peace.