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When: March 16, 1894 Where: Mirror Salon (Ambrotos Estate) Darshil | Tristine Tris Tristine glared up at the lantern bracket in the wall. She clenched and unclenched her fists, deliberating. It wasn’t that far out of reach… She walked over to the row of elegant ballroom parlor chairs, wooden heel clicking on marble tiles. She grabbed one by the arm and dragged it across the floor, pushing it flush against the wall underneath the lamp. Okay, easy does it. She looked up again, frowning at the ornate sconce that held her walking cane captive. Well… arguably, she’d banished it up there herself, but she hadn’t e

When: June 2nd, 1894 Where: Ambrotos/Heilig Border Word Count: 7356 Darshil| Tiago|Yurik Darshil    He made a thoughtful noise, considering it for a moment, then looked around the yard once more. There were five others, mostly students and teachers from the look of it, but there was one man who seemed to be alone. Darshil didn’t recognize the man, but he seemed to have at least a decent knowledge of the saber he practiced with.    “What about him?” Darshil asked, pointing towards the dark-haired man, “Is he one of your regulars?” Yurik    Yurik looked over at Tiago, and his mouth turned down, but it was a

When: May 4th, 1894 Where: Shri Panch Mandir Darshil | Tristine Tristine   Tristine snuggled up close, pressed her face against the patchy bark, and gave her tree a tender hug. “Happy birthday,” she whispered, smiling to herself.   Or at least, mostly to herself. Her only other witness wasn’t someone she was overly concerned about thinking less of her for hugging a tree like it was an old friend. Tris pulled back, still beaming foolishly, and took the flower garland off of her shoulders. She looped it around the tree trunk and tied it closed with a beaded string. Five hundred and sixty-five beads— one for every yea

When: July 7th, 1894 Where: Shri Panch Mandir Darshil | Tristine Tristine One more day. Tristine glared at the coconut in her hands, willing it to betray its secrets. She could never remember how she was supposed to eat them like this. There didn’t seem to be an obvious way to get at the liquid inside without utterly smashing the hairy shell. She didn’t have any sort of chisel or hatchet or spike, and the nearest available rocks were the decorative stones in Darshil’s garden— which she didn’t think he’d appreciate her splattering with coconut bits. Her frown deepened, and she leaned a little closer. No se