A neverending field

[Corwin]

Thank you so much, Seira tells Gond, her focus captured by Emilia as she does her best to keep her comfortable and safe.

[Anastasia]

A warm chuckle is your response from Gond.

"Mother," Amaryl agrees, joining you. "Hello there, Emilia. Welcome home."

[Corwin]

"It seems like a nice day for a walk outside," Seira suggests. "Sunny and warm, and a decent breeze from the sea. How about it?"

[Anastasia]

Emilia smiles, "Do...can I go with you?" she asks, sounding hopeful.

[Corwin]

"Of course!" Seira chirps. A diamond set into her choker shakes itself free at her mental prodding, floating up as an ioun stone, and Seira picks up the crystal holding Emilia's soul while carefully holding her projected body close with the other. She places the crystal within the diamond, and smiles down at her. "You can go anywhere with us."

[Anastasia]

"Then let's go!" Emilia hurries off at that, smiling and going to run ahead.

Amaryl watches this with a big smile, "This reminds me of when Emily would always run ahead at picnics. She'd always be so excited and want to run around, climb the trees and try out her newest magic."

[Corwin]

"We put a lot of hopes into her," Seira muses, walking at a more sedate pace while keeping an eye on things. If Gond wishes to take a bit of time off and enjoy the Cauldron with them, he would be more than welcome to it. If not, Seira's avatar will be there to see him off. "In both she and Xerandalla, really. If that's why Emily grew up with such pressure on her shoulders, perhaps we need to try a different path now."

[Anastasia]

Amaryl keeps with you as Emilia runs ahead.

"Maybe. Emily..." A long trail off here. "She's never been a failure, but she's also walking her own path. Our own path only grazes hers at times."

[Corwin]

"It's not about success or failure," Seira agrees. "But since any child we raise with love will grow up fine, do we really need to be so focused that our children feel pressured into acting against their nature? I wonder, perhaps I should release Xera from her vow? There is a merit in humble living, hard as it is for me to accept, but to actually bind her that way...."

[Anastasia]

"Why don't you ask her?" Amaryl questions you right back, "Does she even want to be released?"

[Corwin]

"I was going to, after... well, we'll see. If you don't think there's a problem, I shouldn't overthink it."

[Anastasia]

Amaryl puts an arm around you. "You're fine, Seira. You're more than fine."

[Corwin]

She laughs, if a bit more subdued than usually. "Thanks. So! In a blatant topic change, what do you think of Amicitia as a name for our pantheon? I thought that instead of looking for something that was showy and not too much of a mouthful, maybe descriptive was best."

[Anastasia]

"It's lovely," Amaryl says, but softer, "But I'd love anything you suggested. What do the others think?"

[Corwin]

"You're the first one I asked, of course," Seira tells her with a grin. "And like a great many things lately, I just thought of it now. And speaking of things, did we ever congratulate Alicia's new friend on her ascension? Queen?"

Guys! And girls! What do you think of Amicitia for us?