- Messages
- 723
- OOC First Name
- Amanda
- Wand
- Olivewood 17 3/4'', core of Runespoor Fang
- Age
- 95
Valcan sat back in the giant library, pacing around and looking at the giant family tree that decorated the far wall. Tristan had been gone for almost two weeks, and he was with his child, he was sure of it. Nothing got past Valcan; he was the Master of this House, and he knew what was happening with his family.
Etched magically into the giant piece of parchment was his own name, down towards the bottom of the massive tree. Under his name were his children's, Tristan's the first and foremost, branched off from Valcan's first wife, Heidi.
Under Tristan's name was etched Estrella's, a line snaking down with a union from a certain Lorelai Bennett, whose name was marked down as dead with an x before her name. But now another name was added, under Lissandra Zabini. It glowed lightly, recent and new. It would take a while to fade to the same color as the rest of the names.
Erik Valcan Drage, was what it said. His grandchild had been born, and Tristan was hiding away. He would have to explain himself when he got back, of course, and he was getting slightly irritated. He was delighted at the prospect of having a child named after him, and having another male descendant, that could properly be raised in Drage Herrogard. Tristan could not deny him that.
Etched magically into the giant piece of parchment was his own name, down towards the bottom of the massive tree. Under his name were his children's, Tristan's the first and foremost, branched off from Valcan's first wife, Heidi.
Under Tristan's name was etched Estrella's, a line snaking down with a union from a certain Lorelai Bennett, whose name was marked down as dead with an x before her name. But now another name was added, under Lissandra Zabini. It glowed lightly, recent and new. It would take a while to fade to the same color as the rest of the names.
Erik Valcan Drage, was what it said. His grandchild had been born, and Tristan was hiding away. He would have to explain himself when he got back, of course, and he was getting slightly irritated. He was delighted at the prospect of having a child named after him, and having another male descendant, that could properly be raised in Drage Herrogard. Tristan could not deny him that.