Voice: greenbean1

[wildsorcery]

Um, hello. My name is Confidence, and I wanted to ask a few questions. If that's okay?

[ He's holding on pretty well, voice not stuttering... much? ]

There's been talk about undeath and serious things, so I figured it could be nice to focus on the seasonal festivities! I've heard it is called Firalia here, but others call it Christmas?

My home country has something similar, but it doesn't take place in winter...

So I... um... I wondered if anyone would like to share how they celebrate at home...? Especially what they eat and things you do with family and friends.

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[wildsorcery]

[ He stops at that, dread filling his heart. He doesn't know, which is horrible of him. He never had a chance to know. ]

I... I don't... um... this was, this was a bad idea. I'm sorry.

[necroyalty]

I hate to assume the worst of people I've never met, Connie, but it sounds like the problem was never you.

I think I mentioned my own daughters a few times.

Do understand if it sickens me that someone would treat their own child in such a manner.

[wildsorcery]

My... my father was the Duke of Holzstadt. Third in line to the throne. He couldn't have a devil-blood in his family. It's not an excuse, I know, but there was more reasoning than just hatred. I was lucky they didn't kill me when I was born, I guess? Instead my family locked me in a tower... and I stayed there for a very, very long time.

[ Do not panic, do not dissociate. Breathe. ]

All I ever heard was that I was a monster. It's changing here, and it changed somewhat after I got out, but it's hard to not think that way. That the problem was me.

[necroyalty]

I'm not terribly angry with the man, I suppose, but I am sorely disappointed in his behavior. Do not blame yourself.

Disappointingly few parents born of his station care for their children as more than extensions of their legacy. I know my father didn't.