Mirichan Original Portrait

Pride & Legacy
- Recollections IV

Rucesion would be settled. I would enter the political fray. Seasons would pass. The Church of Gramail would recognize me. I would get married to a wonderful man. More old friends would go, new friends would be made. I would eventually join the Runic Terra Society, as Gebbinn had once suggested, though not before having a pleasant time with my friends in Shee Onnoroil.

On the Eve of my 99th Insight, Nahnia would visit the land. I couldn't help thinking that perhaps some of the rumors were true, though she'd said otherwise when I'd asked. And other similar questions died hard and fast as new tales and stories added new kindling to the fire of our old friendship. We talked a long time, I'm sure; though it doesn't feel like it was long enough. This would be the last time I would see Nahnia.

I fear it shall always be the last time I will see her. But before we would finally part ways that evening, she would impart to me perhaps the most important words a student could ever recieve.
Nahnia was proud of me.
No words could be greater.

Miriamele DuBaulde-Salandrian
"The Fist of Gramail"
Champion of Temuair
- Praetor of Rucesion

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