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[Color=8dc73f] Time:[/color] Morning
[Color=8dc73f]Location:[/color] Biralei residence
[Color=8dc73f]Interaction:[/color] N/A

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[center][color=8dc73f][h3]Week Summary[/h3][/color][/center]

After Terneus had left and they had time to settle down a bit, questions were asked and Kenia left that to Malachi. She stayed silent through the entire explanation, neither confirming nor denying what he said as she decided to stay out of it. The fact was that these humans were here, she wasn’t sure if they could be sent back, and they could help with the Aklenroth issue or at the very least getting close to her husband. Either way she would let Malachi tell them whatever he thought would make them help.

When that was finished they knew they needed to find a safer place to stay, somewhere they could rest and get cleaned up with minimal worry. Roshmi seemed the most logical place to go as it was a large city full of a mixture of people. It would be easier to hide the Rei and Corvina. Kenia eventually mentioned she had a place they could go, but she didn’t explain further from there. Instead she decided to just take them there and hope for the best.

Arriving in Roshmi, she took them to the wealthier side of the city until they were standing in front of a large estate. She paused outside for a long minute before taking a deep breath and lead them up to the front door only to be greeted by a Dragonborn who immediately recognized Kenia. He had lead the group into a sitting room where they waited for a short while before an elven man who swiftly moved to embrace Kenia. Nym Biralei had been shock, yet thrilled to hear his daughter had come home to him after many years of not seeing her. He was aware of her line of work, yet he wished she’d find something else and settle down. He was quite surprised to see his daughter with a group of people, especially when he saw one seemed to look like a respectable elven man.

The humans troubled Nym a bit, however he wasn’t about to deny his daughter or her friends sanctuary. The guest rooms were made up and the house staff were sworn to secrecy, providing a safe place for the group to stay. Shortly after they were left to settle in, Kenia disappeared for several hours without a word. When she returned she came bearing gifts of elven tipped ears for both Rei and Corvina along with a set of clothes for Rei. She didn’t explain where she’d gotten them nor was she willing to speak about it, she told them just to say thank you and carry on.

Out back of the estate was a nice patch of forest that Malachi and Kenia could use to help train the humans in their magic and so they did. Malachi was very nagging with the training and Kenia would often bicker with him to back off, they were under enough pressure. They both became very parent like to Rei and Corvina perhaps even without really realizing it. Kenia found herself actually enjoying the company of the three and it scared her quite a bit. She never liked getting close to people because it often led to heartbreak.

Through the week, Kenia’s father seemed to have taken a liking to Malachi and every chance he got her tried to push the two together. Kenia didn’t often get flustered or uncomfortable, but for some reason her father doing this would always rile her up and she would quickly leave the situation and occupy herself with something else. And so the week went…

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[center][color=8dc73f][h3]Present[/h3][/color][/center]

It wasn’t quite time for Rei and Cora to start training for the day so Kenia had decided to visit a section of the house she had been specifically avoiding until now. Down the hallway were various painted portraits of people from her family. Her grandfather and grandmother were in one of them, painted shortly after their wedding. Then there was one of them with their children, her father only a small baby in the photo. Then came her parents and the family portrait. Where Kenia was stopped, however, was in front of a portrait of a blonde elven woman with a man at her side and two blonde haired babies in their arms.

Kenia was unsure as to why her father kept this portrait as it seemed to only bring heartbreaking memories. She stared at the face of herself before her eyes moved to the two babies. She felt a few silent tears slip down her face as emotions she tried to keep buried slipped through her walls. One hundred years did little to dull the pain of the loss of her children and this seemed to surprise her. She longed to hear the giggles of the beautiful little boy and girl in the painting, but never again would that happen. She felt a stabbing pain in her chest and it took everything in her to keep standing there.

Her eyes then moved to the man in the picture and the hatred she felt for him coursed through her. For a brief moment she considered taking the painting and allowing Cora to use it as target practice for the day. It was the only painting she had of her children, however, and if she didn’t want to lose that. She reached out and gently touched the painting as she began singing a lullaby she once sang to those babies. The haunting sound of her voice began to echo through the halls, but she didn’t care. The song seemed to bring her some comfort all while reminding her of what she had to do to avenge her children.