#//I have been thinking so much about valrissa lately

[countercharmda]

Your name is Valrissa Angemont, and you are your mother’s daughter.

More specifically, you are your mothers’ daughter. Both Verrona and Ronarei Angemont can be see in every move you make. After all, it was Verrona who inspired you to take your affinity for magic, and fine tune it through the study of wizardly magics. You could feel the Weave crackling in your body, a roiling tempest that lurked just beneath your skin.

Your mother, Ronarei, tells you this is normal. She tells you that you have a gift, the same gift that every Angemont is born with. Your family is special, she says. Talos smiles down upon you and your brothers. With this gift in your veins, you are destined to do wonderful things.

As the youngest child, you are the most concerned with running fast enough to keep up with your brothers. Magic comes easy to them, with an effortless snap of their fingers. To you, it started as a struggle. Your oldest brother, Ekvir, becomes the captain of his own ship while you finally start to learn how to tame the beast inside of you. He sails off to great fortune, and even comes back with a new virtue name — Glory.

His homecoming is a warm thing that is felt throughout the entire house. Ronarei hugs him, kisses both of his cheeks, and cooks him his favorite meal while asking about his journey. She has never looked at you with the same pride that she does him. Probably because he is a saint in her eyes. A natural prodigy.

It stings, but during those dinners you are just happy to have him around.

The days when Glory is away are full of practice for you. You spend hours trying to perfect different spells, different ways to control this unruly thing in your beast. Your mother is ruthless, and hardly recognizes when you do get something right — only asks why you hadn’t gotten it sooner. She makes you feel like a failure, which only makes the storm inside you angrier.

You’re in the middle of your studies when you’re summoned to the drawing room. The sky is grey and moody outside, matching the atmosphere inside. Your mother relays to you and your brother that Glory was killed in a shipwreck, and your heart is torn asunder. She says he was caught in a storm, an unfortunate accident, and something in your mind clicks.

You’re not blessed. Nor was your brother. You harbor a curse in your blood. Why else would Talos allow Glory to perish in the roiling waters of a tempest? He wants to see each and every one of you dead.

You find yourself screaming at your mother in a matter of minutes. One question is turned into a demand, and then an accusation. You condemn your mothers, you curse them for their foolishness, for their pride. You announce that you’ll be the one to break this curse. Your mother informs you that you can do so out of her house, but you already know what you’ll bring with you.

You’re cast out, but you hardly care. You throw yourself into wizardly studies, into the history of your family — for of course you took a few key pieces from the library — and you start to form a plan of escape. You figure getting other gods involved is a good way to start.

In your scheming, you hardly notice how far you’ve fallen into love until it’s too late. You visit the circus once, and then twice, and then every day that they’re in town to see the charming sword juggler. You bring him flowers, and then a ring.

Before you know it you’re holding a child, a healthy pink baby tiefling. You’ve never been so soft with anything before. You kiss her forehead, and vow to give her everything she needs for greatness. It’s what you know.

After all, you are your mother’s daughter.