he waged, stirred within me a deep unease... so much bloodshed, oft for naught. Countless invasions, countless deaths... Then I encountered the Golden One, who showed me another path.”
Boiling the water in the fireplace, Mirielia would listen to Blaidd speak before the question came up. Why Peace? Why did she choose peace and the Age of Golden?
A smile crept upon her lips when she made the tea for them both. Planting herself next to Blaidd on her soft ++
For a fleeting moment, Blaidd glanced down as the Tarnished's hand found her own. There was no resistance only quiet surprise. Her fingers gently returned the gesture before she followed without complaint.
"A rare brew, hm? Thou hast piqued my curiosity already."
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bedding, she would hand Blaidd a cup.
“They inquire of me why peace I chose, why the golden age I embraced.”
Taking a sip of the herbal tea, and exhaling a hot breath, Mirielia would continue her story.
“Harkening to the tale of Godfrey, first Elden Lord, and the wars ++
“The Fallen Leaves tell a story.”
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Handing Ranni one cup of herbal tea, she would slowly drink from her own boiling hot cup. The smell alone relaxed her muscles.
“My name is Mirielia, as thou knowest well, yet the reason I walk this path of peace remains unknown. Lend thine ear, and I shall recount my tale.”
A nod came almost immediately before Mirielia would head to the fire pit. A snap of her fingers, she would touch the wood that resides inside to light the wood ablaze. Following this, Mirielia would take a stone pot and hover it above the fireplace.
“This abode holds many a ++
She steps past the threshold, her gaze sweeping across the cavern with quiet reverence. Her fingers trail along the damp stone, brushing against the faded runes as though reading a language only she can hear.
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them together into the boiling pot, she would stir them together until the leaves were no more.
Grabbing two tin cups, Mirielia would pour Ranni’s first before pouring her own. Placing the pot back on the table, she would walk towards Ranni with two cups in her hands. ++
With the sight of @ofsaltsolace , she’s immediately walking over, slowly.
“In all my countless years, I have beheld none fairer than thee... Who art thou?”
her head and placing a soft kiss upon her knuckles before letting her go.
“As mother to Ranni, my oath is sworn to her path. This be well, for my vow binds me to thee as well.”
She is possibly the only one to do it, and it is for a good cause.
Humans and Gods living in peace. That is her goal.
“Liurnia's domain, ever fair to behold. I perceive why these folk revere and follow thee.”
Extending her hand, she would gently grasp Rennala’s own, bowing ++
What a change—an Elden Lord who had chosen an age of peace .
Rennala inclines her head in a gracious gesture of greeting .
〝 It is a pleasure to make thy acquaintance, Elden Lord Mirielia . Welcome to the lands of Liurnia .
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