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[ vanozza is no less beautiful in the darkest gown she owns, a grey so dark it is almost black, with her dark hair plaited over her shoulder. there is no pearly hairnet today, no jewelry present. though her smile is steady and her manner never falters, she seems to have aged years in the space of a few days—and it is immediately apparent why. ]
My son, His Eminence, Cardinal Cesare Borgia, and my daughter, the Lady Lucrezia Borgia have returned to Rome.
[ they had played it too safe too long. let any snakes in the grass reveal themselves now. vanozza could trample one underfoot. ]
I wish to extend my most heartfelt thanks to those who showed my children kindness while they were here. A mother could ask for little more.
As well, if you came to an agreement with my children that would go unfulfilled due to the abrupt nature of their departure, I give my word I will honor it to the best of my ability.
[ she takes her time to breathe and look down at the simple wooden horse in her lap. her fingers run over its finely carved head. she smiles, a mother's smile, loving and warm and tinged with loss. ]
Tomorrow is the Feast of the Epiphany. When a star, brighter than any other, shone in the sky to announce the birth of Jesus Christ, and three wise kings followed the star to Bethlehem, bearing gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
When my children were young, they would polish their shoes and leave them out in preparation for the Three Magi to arrive and leave them their presents. My youngest, Gioffre, would insist upon leaving out water for their camels, as well, and his brother Juan would laugh and tell him they needed grass too and so they would collect it together. [ she laughs quietly at the memory. her hand splays over the horse. ]
I would ask a gift of a kindly Magi here: I require an escort into our frozen world. A walk tomorrow would suit me well.
[ no one will say they saw vanozza cattaneo grieve. ]
My son, His Eminence, Cardinal Cesare Borgia, and my daughter, the Lady Lucrezia Borgia have returned to Rome.
[ they had played it too safe too long. let any snakes in the grass reveal themselves now. vanozza could trample one underfoot. ]
I wish to extend my most heartfelt thanks to those who showed my children kindness while they were here. A mother could ask for little more.
As well, if you came to an agreement with my children that would go unfulfilled due to the abrupt nature of their departure, I give my word I will honor it to the best of my ability.
[ she takes her time to breathe and look down at the simple wooden horse in her lap. her fingers run over its finely carved head. she smiles, a mother's smile, loving and warm and tinged with loss. ]
Tomorrow is the Feast of the Epiphany. When a star, brighter than any other, shone in the sky to announce the birth of Jesus Christ, and three wise kings followed the star to Bethlehem, bearing gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
When my children were young, they would polish their shoes and leave them out in preparation for the Three Magi to arrive and leave them their presents. My youngest, Gioffre, would insist upon leaving out water for their camels, as well, and his brother Juan would laugh and tell him they needed grass too and so they would collect it together. [ she laughs quietly at the memory. her hand splays over the horse. ]
I would ask a gift of a kindly Magi here: I require an escort into our frozen world. A walk tomorrow would suit me well.
[ no one will say they saw vanozza cattaneo grieve. ]
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The largest difference between Krynn and your world, Earth, is that we have many races: humans, elves, dwarves, kender, ogres, goblins, minotaurs, dragons, and my kind, draconians. That is only a handful. Many of these races have their own nations or kingdoms, and with some, there are multiple nations per race. Teyr is the draconian nation, only a few years old.
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You have carved out a home for yourselves. A truly exciting endeavor.
[ and a dangerous one. ]
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[It's something he's immensely proud of. They'd found a place for themselves, of their own choosing, despite the wishes of others. And by the lost gods, he isn't going to allow it to be taken away from them by anyone.]
Exciting, and exhausting. It is more than worth it, though.
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