Daughters of Hesperia – Myths and the Truth (1.10)

At the main compound, it had been a quiet day.

With Molpe now undeniably with child, Polgara was keeping an eye on her queen as much as possible while still spending most of her time with Anikka. To her relief, the young girl loved stories and very much liked the history of queens. Anything new she could learn excited her, and they had spent this day going over the myths of Hercules. Of course, every girl was taught the myth of Hippolyta resisting Hercules’ attempts to kidnap her as a cautionary tale, but the Taygetian tale of Hercules trying to kidnap an animal sacred to the Goddess, given to her by the nymph who founded the tribe, was somewhat less widely known.

But now, the sun was sinking into the waves, and outside, Septimus was lighting the fire. Polgara began to finish their lesson, knowing that soon, she must put the princess to bed

“Did the sacred hind really get taken by Hercules?” Anikka asked, as she washed her face with a strip of cloth.

“After the Goddess healed its wounds, yes. Remember, she lay a curse upon it that were it not to return, Hercules would feel the pain of every animal he had ever hunted upon his own body. The animal came back on its own, and is, according to legend, still around the Taygetian forests. Their shamans claim that if you see it in a dream, it symbolizes the blessing of the Goddess.” Polgara smiled. “Now, my Princess, it is time for you to sleep.”

“But what about Hercules? What did the Goddess do to him?”

“She showed mercy, Princess. It is an important virtue to display, and we must all be thankful for any she shows.” Polgara gestured to the bed. “Now, you must sleep.”

Grumbling only slightly, Anikka went to change into her nightgown, but continued to talk.

“Hercules committed such a foul act after, though, for the vanity of a king.” The word was said in disgust, and Polgara found herself almost tempted to agree. Anikka would not understand the full implications of the story until she was older, however.

The story of Hercules and Hippolyta warned against men who wanted an Amazon bride. There had been many cases where an Amazon might be kidnapped against their will, for the idea of an Amazon as your wife appealed to too many men. Never mind the ones who died, who found their lives forfeit. Hippolyta had died on the altar of her freedom.

But Polgara knew it was her duty to remind the princess to be careful. Royal women were even more at risk to be targeted. She found herself looking at the princess with worried eyes as the young girl stood before the bed.

“Do you think I will ever dream of the hind?” Anikka asked, in a quiet, sleepy voice.

“I think the Goddess will be watching over you no matter what, Princess Anikka.” Polgara shook herself out of her worried thoughts, and walked over to tuck the princess into her bed.

Anikka sighed with contentment, and snuggled down under her covers.

After waiting for a few moments, Polgara left the room, praying to the Goddess mentally.

Please watch over her, Goddess. She is so young, and alone. Smooth her path. Let her smile in this life.

She made her way to Molpe’s room, having been asked to attend the Queen once Anikka was asleep. This was something they did most nights, unless the Queen’s pregnancy made her too tired to receive guests or unless Septimus and she were having a private moment. Molpe’s pregnancy was, to Polgara’s knowledge, going surprisingly well, despite discomfort and the occasional craving that they could not satisfy with their resources.

“Polgara!” The queen smiled, looking up from her chessboard. “How did my sister’s lessons go today?”

“Well, we discussed Hercules, of whom she already knows, and I explained the myth of the Hind further to her. She was quite taken with the idea, of course, and I think that as your sister, she has a lot of potential already in several areas that would be very useful to the tribe.” Polgara took a deep breath. “She shows a lot of enthusiasm for stories and history, and she remembers them well. She also remembers a lot of what people say, so while currently she remembers every fight and friendship from the girls she used to know, it may become a skill when she is older.”

“You told me she enjoys stories before.” Molpe seemed to be thinking something over. “But you think she has aptitudes?”

“I do, my queen. Until she reaches womanhood, she cannot start any training, but I can continue our lessons more specifically now that I know more about her. Some children prefer natural lessons, or physical exercise, but beyond basic warrior training, I believe that these lessons will be perfect for her.”

“You do not think she will be a Warrior, though.” Molpe’s eyes focused on her.

“No, my queen. Diligence and patience beyond her interests eludes her, but she is intelligent and sharp. If it were called for, she could defend herself excellently, as she has been taught, but I do not think she could follow that path. Nor could we have her help Meda. But she blossoms in the academic lessons.”

“Perhaps we have you and your training to thank for that.” Molpe stopped being quite so focused, instead smiling. “Since we arrived here, my sister has been as a raging storm, but now you are with her, the waters are calm.”

Polgara could not stop the smile that broke over her face.

“I enjoy her company too, my queen. She is an engaging young girl, and I am sure that we will continue to get along.”

“It is good to see her so happy. I know she has sorely missed having companions.” Molpe sighed deeply, but smiled again. “Perhaps soon, I could join you two?”

“Of course, my queen!” Polgara smiled. “I was thinking of taking her over to the garden soon, and I think you would enjoy such an excursion.”

“Oh, yes. I have been meaning to check up on the garden…” Molpe smiled. “We shall go together, then. Perhaps it will be a good chance to bond with her.”

Polgara hoped so. She knew that Anikka still felt guilty about how she had behaved, but she knew also that the little princess had her pride. Still, it was an opportunity for her ward to learn, as well as the queen’s will.

The Whitmore Legacy (1.19)

So, there’s going to be a lot of aging up in this chapter, and it is the last chapter of Gen 1! It’s a been a long haul, everyone, but I’m so proud.

First, Ruby aged up into an adult cat! Here she is with a spectral Daisy, showing off her beautiful chonk.

I’ve been having Luca work on a few of his skills. First, I’ve had him build his gardening skill…

And for his Aspiration I’ve been having him work more on making candles! It feels like if you only have the Candle Making Station, the Fabricating skill is quite hard to build compared to other skills.

Like I said in my last post, it was about time for Luca to age up, so Nia baked him this STUNNING cake (nobody else can cook as well as she can, so she’s always in charge of cakes these days) which I just love.

All that remained was for the birthday boy to blow out the candles…

And…meet Luca Whitmore, Young Adult!

I updated his room to include himself and Lea now, so it’s more of a shared bedroom. He still has a desk and the statue of Daisy, and I actually really like how this looks!

As for Lea, she’s been getting along with her ‘mother-in-law’ quite well. Obviously, as I’ll be doing a vote on the forums, I don’t know yet if she’s going to be the spouse of the next generation, but either way, she seems to be settling in nicely.

(Of course, if Luca loses the poll, she’s going to have to move out with him at some point.)

She’s also been working quite hard on gathering things, and while I’ll discuss that more later, I love how like her mother she looks in this photo. Jenny, in a previous iteration, wore an outfit VERY similar to this!

Nia has also been maintaining a friendship with Alice, still, that seems to have lasted a long time for both of them. Mom friends! How cute!

Also, Noelle and Rowan went to the Festival of Snow!

I always feel like Noelle is closer to Rowan than she is to Luca, because he’s given her hats and done a lot of sibling stuff with her, whereas Luca was old enough to be doing ‘parent’ things with Noelle quite rapidly after she joined the family.

That being said, Rowan did ditch her at the Festival of Snow to go to the Romance Festival with Cali.

Side note – this is Cassandra Goth these days!

Back at the Festival of Snow, Noelle was playing with the other kids. Here’s Colt Lothario…(the youngest Lothario boy)

And I believe this girl is Alexander Goth’s daughter, although I don’t remember her name.

She also got a capsule from Yamachan!

I seriously love the Festivals in Snowy Escape, they’re always so much fun! Noelle had a great time there.

As for Lea, I’d once again sent her to the Magical Realm on her day off, so she could gather some magical items and spend some more money in Casters’ Alley. I love how beautiful the gardens are there!

She ended up spending a fair amount of money in Casters’ Alley on wands, spellbooks, and potion ingredients.

She also challenged someone to a duel…

…And lost. Ouch.

One thing she did buy, however, was this Morcibus! Yay, collection! And of course, her two spare wands are now sitting here in the spare room/collection room.

She got to work studying the only spellbook that was on her level…

And I decided to treat her to a cauldron. Hey, they can always take it with them later if needs be!

She went back to the Magical Realm again, and won a duel! Yay! This gave her a duplicate of her wand, so we were able to sell it on for a good amount of money.

She also lost another duel, too, but applied for magical training, because we often lose to this woman.

And now…the final cake. I went with a blue confetti cake, because for a blue themed legacy, it seemed appropriate, and also, the black and white cakes are the only fancy cakes Nia can make.

Noelle blew out the candles…

And aged up.

Introducing Miss Noelle Whitmore, teenager and contender for the role of Legacy Heir.

I’ll be posting the poll on the forums, but I can’t believe the focus is going to shift like this.

I’m definitely going to be looking forward to where Gen 2 takes us!

The Whitmore Legacy (1.18)

Starting this off with Luca and Lea news, as I always seem to do these days…They’re officially dating now!

I also got this shot of Lea that was just too pretty not to share. (Rowan knitted that, by the way, and I thought it fit nicely with the theme of the house.)

Unfortunately, something very sad happened soon after. Cali was the only one at home at the time (apparently school just is not a thing for her), but Daisy passed away.

Cali was distraught, and cried in front of Grim, who probably felt like the worst reaper in the world.

So, that table in the portrait room now houses Daisy’s remains. I was actually pretty upset about this, but it seems fitting that her final resting place is our indoor garden.

However, I’d already been thinking about getting a kitten, because I knew Daisy was getting older, so I decided to get the adoption process going. The house did not feel right without Daisy.

Meet Ruby, our new kitten. I wish she’d gotten to know Daisy, but as the game wouldn’t have it, she got introduced to the house on her own.

She’s so TINY.

We finalised the adoption, and Ruby is now the proud owner of several Sims! That’s how it works, right? Cats totally own people.

I’m still pretty sad about Daisy, though. She was a stray who definitely chose us, and I wish we’d gotten more pictures to remember her by. Nia went to mourn her, and I wished I could give her a hug.

Ruby seems to be settling in nicely, though, because she came and sat with Rowan while he was knitting. That’s adorable, in my opinion…

Ruby is also not the only new addition to the household. As I have a plan for everyone to have ‘spouses’, I’ve moved in Lea, who, quite obviously, is a Spellcaster.

This was a day or so before Luca was due to Age Up, and Lea had aged up to Young Adult already. Apparently this happens whenever I blink, but hey, that’s the way it goes.

I made Noelle’s old bedroom (the collection room) into a spare bedroom for her. I tried to theme it to her.

Lea is honestly quite dear to my heart. I mean, she was initially supposed to just be the child of Morgyn and Jenny Proserpin, who some of you might remember from several of my games. Jenny was the first ever Sim I created, and along with Nia is a close personal favorite.

As I now could, I sent her off to the Magic Realm to explore it a bit. I’ve not really done that much before, and I was very pleasantly surprised. (By the way, that’s Grace Anansi, I think!)

I sent Lea off to Casters’ Alley, and she purchased some bits and pieces including a wand and a familiar. She also had this book, but it’s too high a level for her.

This is her familiar, Psood! It’s a nickname that my friend gave her pseudodragon in Dungeons and Dragons, so I couldn’t not name this boy Psood.

She also fought a duel, as a matter of course…

But failed miserably.

After that, she had to head back home, where the collection had grown slightly (we found Leaf!)

However, Lea continued practicing her magic in Luca’s bedroom.

Then, her brother, Royce (who’s still a teenager) challenged her to a duel over text. Welp, guess it was time for a sibling showdown!

Wands at the ready…

And yep, Royce lost pretty quickly.

Lea actually flung him up in the air, and then had the audacity to look this concerned when he hit the ground.

After that, she was late for work, so she had to head off (she’s a late night Fry Cook) and it was back home to…Daisy!

Yup, our girl is sticking around, it seems! She’s haunting the bin and her food bowl, but honestly, I was just so happy to see her again. I love that pets can be ghosts.

Stay tuned for next time!

The Whitmore Legacy (1.17)

So, after their last date, Luca and Lea were pretty okay with each other, and when Lea invited him to hang out, Luca went along with it. He probably should not have, because it was a disaster.

First, Trevon Lothario crashed their hangout.

After he did so, Lea just wasn’t feeling it, and the rain made her Uncomfortable and their hangout tanked really badly. Argh! Teen romances aren’t any easier in the Sims than in real life.

I got a pop up the next day about the Festival of Youth, and decided to send Noelle. There were a ton of faces to recognise while I was there, so I got quite a few pictures.

First, the vendor was a certain Nina Caliente, who (just for your information) is now married to Maurice, one of my Gallery Sims. They have a couple of kids, too!

Next, Don Lothario showed up after Noelle got her Ice Cream Crepe, which is so cute, I think it’s like a little Yamachan? How adorable is that?

She ended up eating it while chatting to this little girl, though I’ve forgotten her name. Noelle made a few friends while she was at the festival!

Lillian Feng also showed up to the festival (Victor and Lily’s daughter…)

Along with two very sad people – Cynthia Caliente and Colt Lothario! I thought it was a glitch they were both sad at first, but it turns out that Katrina has died, so they’ve both lost their grandmother.

I did get Noelle to wear a paper kabuto, along with getting two Simmi capsules – we got normal and Gold Jasmine Holiday, although Rowan had to come and shake the machine for her.

Speaking of Rowan, he and Cali Chauhan hung out at the house and are now officially dating!

They seem to get along really well, too! She’s really nice and they’re just so cute together!

Both she and Lea have been given Residence Keys, and to boot, Cali seems to get along very well with Nia!

Also, I found out Lea has the Childish trait, because I occasionally find her playing with Noelle’s toys, which is pretty cute.

The above was taken in Noelle’s old room, however, as I’ve now done as I said I would and moved Noelle upstairs! Her room upstairs is HUGE. I didn’t have to cram everything in at all, because everything just fits!

Then, it was just a few touches of personalization…

And we were done!

We also found DJ Candy, so she’s on the shelf along with the rest of the MySims! I really cannot wait to complete this collection.

Ritvik came haunting back, angry for some reason, so I sent Nia to talk to him and to try and get him to calm down. Ghosts break so many things…

Luckily, Cali autonomously does good things like cleaning the sink, which I was so pleased to discover!

Also, Nia, I’d make that face too if my bills were that high. The cost of the house looking this nice is not cheap.

However, this is the face she made upon getting a promotion! Yep, our style queen is now a bit higher on the ladder, and making more per hour than before.

So on that happy note, I’m going to end this update, because the next one is going to have a lot of news. We are (in game terms) nearing the end of Gen 1, because pretty soon Noelle is going to be a teenager and the polls will open for the Gen 2 heir!

Daughters of Hesperia – Adjusting (1.9)

Meda took a deep breath as she looked out over the garden. It had taken quite a while to build this space, but it had definitely been worth it, though she would have preferred to have been working with some apprentices, as she was used to doing back on the Isle. Still, Molpe had arranged that she could have slaves in this separate compound, and Lukos and Perseus were both very helpful.

She knelt, her mind absently running over how she had arrived here, in this place, as a lone Gatherer.

From a young age, Meda had been left with the Gatherers while her mother worked with the bees. Phoebe had been firmly of the opinion that she would not allow her daughter near the bees until she was ready, because if Meda were to be stung, it would be doubly bad – the hive would lose workers, and Meda might develop a fear of the creatures.

The other northern gatherers had instead done their best to school the thoughtful, quiet child they had been left with, along with their own daughters. Phoebe was one of four de facto leaders, each in charge of the hives at a different point on the island. Each of the other leaders seemed to have multiple children, but Phoebe only had Meda.

Eventually, when the gatherers had come to the conclusion that the girl was ready, Meda had been carefully introduced to the hives, and taught everything around them that was capable. Her mother was proud of her, and eventually, she had become a Gatherer herself, helping in the gardens, mixing up treatments for any troubled hive, and doing her best to be an asset.

But when Polgara came to the Gatherers, stating that the tribe she was headed to did not have a Gatherer, things had changed. All the youngest Gatherers had been rounded up, and Polgara asked if any of them wished to journey with her. Meda and a few others had stepped forward, and from them, Polgara had chosen Meda and taken her to meet Queen Clodia, mother to Queen Molpe.

All this, Meda remembered quietly, while behind the fence the two slaves began talking idly.

“Do you think the queen will have a daughter?” Perseus asked, while Lukos smiled.

Both were good-natured men, who had been introduced to the tribe. Perseus was talkative, although Meda knew he was not Amazon born. He and Lukos had both arrived into port at the same time, on different ships, and Polgara had picked them out personally.

Lukos was more thoughtful, more quiet. He was a tribal son, and had arrived on the Taygetian ship that sometimes came by that port. He had gently taught Perseus what he needed to know, and through patience, Meda knew more about both of them now than she had when they had helped her set up the beginnings of this garden.

Perseus’ mother had been a concubine, and had the misfortune to bear a boy when the wife of her master had done so. The idea of a political rival to her son had enraged the wife, and so both Perseus and his mother had been tossed aside. Perseus had been raised as a servant to his brother, until he was old enough to be sold.

He was saddened by this, of course, but the new freedoms of his life seemed to cheer him greatly, though he seemed a little taken aback by the idea of dying once an Amazon had a child.

Lukos, on the other hand, was the son of a Scholar. His tribe was a smaller one than the Isle, but larger than Hesperia, though he did not often talk about it. His mother had been a distant figure to him, one he barely saw. Instead, he had lived with the slaves from a very young age.

“Meda, what do you think?” Perseus shouted. “Lukos will not answer me!”

In a rare show of amusement, she smiled warmly at the two of them.

“For good reason. We do not yet know whether the queen will bear an Heiress, and we must be patient, Perseus.”

He gave her a reproachful, boyish look, but she simply smiled at him again.

“Any baby will be a blessing on the tribe, and one we thank Hera for. It is she who watches over the queen, not us.” She gestured to him. “Come, Perseus. I need some assistance with the newest plants. This sun dries them out so quickly.”

He climbed over the fence, startling a laugh from her, while Lukos shook his head.

“My lady…” he said, and Meda sighed.

“I will attend to it, Lukos. Will you go fetch some fish for our dinner?”

“Meda, is something the matter?” That winning smile was on his face again, but Meda knew she had to address this.

“Perseus, your manners are fine by me, but they will not be so by the queen. I know that your freedoms here are wonderful…but if you address the queen so casually, or act so in front of her…or even Polgara!” Meda sighed in exasperation. “You must learn not to be so bold in front of us. We are not the women you are used to. We will not wear courtly dresses, or be married off, or married at all. Our civilisation is one that is quite different to the one you knew, and now you are part of it.”

Though her tone remained light, her face was worried, and even Perseus knew she was serious.

“I…Well, it…” He felt tongue-tied.

Meda was sometimes very disconcerting to Perseus. She was, of course, quite right. He was not used to women like them, and when he had been told that he would be assisting her along with Lukos, he had been quite at ease with it.

But were the queen to see him acting like that, it could be trouble for everyone. He did mean well, but sometimes he crossed into insolence.

What are you, a boy trying to get attention?

“I would never act like this in front of the queen,” he said, instead.

“And how can I accept that? You act like this so often.”

“Well…I cannot be Lukos, Meda! I was not born into this. I have not known this all my life.” He huffed.

“You act as though I have slighted you, Perseus. Is something wrong?”

He swore she knew more than she was letting on, and he let out a sigh.

“I feel as though you prefer him, sometimes.” He felt embarrassed admitting it. “He seems to receive your attentions more often.”

“You really do have much to learn.” Her blue eyes landed on him. “For you, this may seem strange, but my giving orders or speaking to you is not attention. It is merely performing my role as a Gatherer and as a warrior. You, on the other hand, must learn what is and is not attention.” She sighed, before continuing. “You are used to a reciprocal society, or perhaps a reversed one, where you perform and wait for the reciprocation from a woman, am I correct?”

He felt flustered, but nodded.

“Here, it is very different. We will choose you by declaring our intent. We do not go for something so weak as attention. We are not birds, to fluff and perform and hope in such a manner. We are a different breed of creature, and you are no longer a bird.” She paused, waiting for him to catch on, but he stared at her blankly, so she smiled.

“You may stop peacocking.”

How could she fluster a man so?

“But then…how do I…” He must have been as red as he felt, for she laughed.

“You do not. I might, if I felt like it, or indeed as you worry, I might decide upon Lukos. But you do not have to worry about performing like that! Have you never found it silly, or unnecessary?”

“It can be fun!” He found himself protesting.

“But if it is mandatory, can it really be so entertaining? I want you to relax, Perseus. You will know when a woman is interested in you, I promise. So do not worry that I am paying attentions or anything of the like, and simply focus on what is important. Our roles here are like that of the bees.” She did not seem to mind that he was so flustered, but pointed to the hive. “We work hard for the sake of our queen. That is crucial at this time. We will provide food for the children to come.”

The idea that he had been so transparent made him feel embarrassed. Yet Meda did not seem to mind, though he knew others might have.

“I understand…my lady.”

“I have a compromise. Call me Gatherer Meda.” She gave an awkward smile. “That is technically my title, but like you say, you are not Lukos. I do not wish you to be, either. You must simply keep in mind what I have told you.”

After Perseus walked away, Meda tried not to sigh too loudly. Perseus had brought up, unwittingly, a fact that she had not yet faced. As part of a small tribe, she would at some point need to bear a child, and it would likely be the child of one of the slaves who she spent her days. It could not be Pallas, as she did not find herself attached to his company.

She would, at some point, need to choose. But for now, it was important to maintain the garden, and hope for the best when it came to Queen Molpe and her child.

The Whitmore Legacy (1.16)

So to kick things off, Rowan has the Lord of the Knits aspiration, and has been working very hard on that. I’ve got to wait until all three are teenagers or older to cast a vote, so while Noelle enjoys her childhood, Rowan and Luca get to work on their Aspirations!

I gave in and splashed out on a Rocking Chair for him, and I think it looks pretty cool, I’m not gonna lie.

Noelle invited an NPC from school to come over (I forget her name, but she behaved terribly and smashed up Rowan’s school project and he had to start again.)

Lea invited Luca on a date, too, which he gladly accepted, and they ended up at a bar very briefly. Lea, NO.

Despite this, they had a fun time, I think. They’re not Dating, but they’re having a fun time together.

Unfortunately, what I was dreading happened pretty soon after this happy occasion.

Ritvik died the next day, just before Love Day. He was even still in his work uniform.

The whole family discovered the body, too, which was very traumatic, especially for Nia. As she has the Soulmate Aspiration, she got the Widow Moodlet, and is absolutely grieving still.

So, very unfortunately, the first spouse of the legacy has passed away. Rest in peace, Ritvik…

We’ve created a graveyard out back, and Ritvik now lays peacefully within it.

After this, no one was really in a good mood. Luca got some recycling done…

Daisy had to go back to the vet…

And Rowan and Nia went to the Festival of Spice with Cali, who’s also a teenager now. They didn’t have a wonderful time, though, as they were both pretty down about the whole ‘Ritvik’s Dead’ thing.

I even got a screenshot of most of the family feeling extremely sad. They’re really going to miss having Ritvik around…My heart really breaks for Noelle, because she’s so young, but she’s already lost her dad.

Nia did complete the project for Rowan, though, while he was asleep. She’s such a good mom! It turned out super well, and she looks so proud, too!

But…as it turns out, he’s not exactly gone, it just took him a little while to materialise. He opened the gates of the cemetery and floated through into Luca’s bedroom.

You know I absolutely woke up his wife so she could see him again! He perked up pretty quickly after that.

Apparently, he perked up so much he decided that the best thing to do would be haunt the sink he died next to…

And break it. Yeah, thanks for that, buddy.

Rowan was awake at this point, and got to see his dad, so they hung out while Ritvik ate a sandwich (how do ghosts even digest food? They apparently do, somehow?)

Also, see those stairs behind them? I blew most of our money on getting an upstairs! I figure that we deserve a second floor building round about now, and I’m thinking that I should make the first room into a bedroom for Noelle, but at the moment that’s just a theory. It’s a construction in progress, though!

So, I guess our lot is both bigger and haunted, now! Hopefully Noelle will get to hang out with her Ghost Dad before long, because she was sleeping at the time he was around.

Knowing the Heir Poll will be coming soon is kind of thrilling and saddening, though. I’ve checked the calendar, and Luca will be a Young Adult by the time Noelle reaches Teenager, and Rowan will age up two days after Noelle does. If Noelle is picked as the Heir, Gen 2 will start while she’s a teenager, but it will start.

Daughters of Hesperia – Elsewhere (1.8)

Queen Caterina sighed to herself as she thought about the situation she was in. Her youngest daughter had left home, as had one of her most trusted servants, and thanks to her older daughter, it had become a scandal.

But punishing Antonia could not do anything right now, for then it would look as though she was trying to sweep the whole thing under the rug. The servant had been sent into slavery, with orders to send him to the Amazonian regions. Let those barbaric women make of him what they wished, but Caterina could not trust such a man around her court ever again.

As for Constantina, the youngest…

She’d given birth to a girl, apparently. The servants in the house who were loyal to her had passed on a letter from the nanny.

Constantina’s daughter looked very like her, and she was besotted with her. Rather than let her be raised like a princess, she spent all the time that she could with her, and had refused a wet-nurse. According to the nanny, she played with the baby constantly, and without her, became despondent. The nanny offered her opinion that the baby, as little as she was, held off the princess’ grief. She had named her Marcella.

A fine name for a baby that had caused so much trouble.

Caterina had planned that her daughters would make brilliant alliances, and these two had both betrayed her. Antonia had shown that she had no patience or capacity for hidden plans, and Constantina had been a fool. Still, Antonia seemed to think she deserved praise and attention, and was angry that she was instead being treated coldly, so perhaps she had raised more than one fool in her nursery. Now, she only had one daughter left.

Wilhelmina was the youngest, and still of the age to idolize her mother. She had mostly been protected from the details of the scandal, but she knew her sister was never returning. In fact, she was taking that remarkably well.

But still, her chances had been damaged by the actions of her sisters. The other households would likely turn down any match, now, and Wilhelmina, as the youngest princess, had not been betrothed yet. There had been a tentative agreement between the Goethe kingdom and her own, but she did not expect it to hold.

A small distance from her, Wilhelmina was walking steadily among the flowers, inspecting and admiring them. Privately, she wondered if she would be allowed to write to Alexander or not, as her mother had been quite strict about everything recently, but she wished that she could tell him about the beauty of the roses in the hot sun, and how refreshing it was to walk in the gardens when it was warm.

In a very innocent sense, Wilhelmina and Alexander were friends, although since the incident, she had received no letters from anyone, let alone him. They often wrote to each other, telling each other about their kingdoms, and Alexander had last told her that he would very much like to show her around the Goethe palace, and play chess with her. At the time, her mother had planned to visit the Goethe kingdom and take her along with the delegation.

She hoped that Alexander would be able to write again. He was her favourite friend, among all of the young nobility that she knew.

Caterina did not entirely know what her young daughter was thinking, but she did feel that the child was being unfairly punished for the choices of her sisters. She had hoped to finalize a betrothal for her when they were scheduled to visit, and now, she could only wait for a reply to her request to their family. Hopefully, in taking such swift action against Constantina and that slimy wretch, she would have spared any blame against herself and Wilhelmina, but Antonia would be impossible to wed now, unless some miracle occurred.

The stupid child had barged into a meeting, demanded to speak to her, and when refused, had publicly revealed the details to the country’s most important people. The notion of spies, of alliances and mixed loyalties, simply had not occurred to her. The memory was jarring to the queen even now.

Only for Wilhelmina was there still any hope. If the Goethe family would agree, she would be betrothed, and could be sent to reside with them until marriage. If they did not, she must look for a family that would, for the child could surely not stay here while their kingdom’s reputation fell to further ruin.

(Dresses are by Sifix via TSR, and the Castle Garden is by Chuchmur and can be found in the Gallery!

Also, Wilhelmina’s hair is by qicc and I highly recommend them as a Maxis match.)

Daughters of Hesperia – Expectations and Reality (1.7)

Anikka had been dreading this day for a long while.

She had heard Molpe talking to Septimus about it, and heard the moving of furniture from the floor below hers as the rooms were made ready. A Provider stayed near to the nursery, and an empty one was situated next to Molpe’s room, but with the layout of the palace, this meant that the Provider’s room was quite near to her own quarters.

Anikka remembered her last Provider. She had been a nice young woman, true, and had led them all in games, learning, and stories. She had impressed upon them the importance of behaving appropriately, too. If Anikka’s last Provider had been in charge of her…well, the woman would have cried in shame. She had been upset enough when Anikka had thrown a tantrum in her quarters about being sent away with Molpe. In fact, Anikka had not given her a proper farewell, come to think of it.

Her stomach churned with shame and unhappiness. Now, her behavior had been even worse, and Molpe had said that she would be telling this new Provider all about it.

It had not been easy, being confined to the palace. When previously she had hated being here, confinement had her longing to swim in the sea or walk along the beach looking for shells. Pallas would occasionally bring her ones he found as gifts, but his kindness felt undeserved.

Molpe rarely spoke to her. Well, no, it was more that she did not have the courage to speak to Molpe, not at the moment. They passed like ghosts whenever they met, Anikka with her head down, and Molpe as silent as could be. It was a horrible change from before, when Molpe had been coaxing her into conversation and explaining things to her.

Footsteps came up the stairs, and she turned around just in time to see a woman she had never seen before, with beautiful curling hair and a gentle smile standing in her doorway.

“Princess Anikka?”

Her heart skipped a beat from nervousness, and Molpe stepped into the room ahead of the woman, leading her in.

“Anikka, this is Polgara. As of today, she and Andromeda will be part of our tribe.” Molpe looked immensely satisfied, and more relaxed than she had in weeks. Anikka looked at her, surprised, but Polgara was smiling kindly at her.

“It is a pleasure.” She looked over to Anikka’s bed. “Shall we sit there?”

“Polgara is your new Provider,” Molpe said, quietly. Anikka stared at Polgara for a minute.

The woman in front of her did not seem reviled, nor did she seem angry. In fact, she seemed quite eager to meet Anikka, and so she slowly nodded, sitting down on the bed. After the weeks of anxiety, this seemed a little unreal.

“I am quite happy to be here now,” Polgara said, confidingly. It was strange. Though Molpe was in the room, and of course could hear them, the conversation felt as confidential as her tone. “I was very eager to come as soon as your mother explained the situation. It is quite unusual for a new queen to bring her sister with her, though not unknown.”

“Not unknown? I have never heard of it, and I love stories of all the queens.”

“Oh, but it has been done before.” Polgara smiled at her. “Though of course, the tradition where I grew up was very strict that any who wished to be a new queen could take no other woman with her. However, there are shared stories of other tribes, and I do remember hearing one about a warrior queen whose tribe was almost annihilated and who lost her home. Her younger sister was just two years old, and the princess knew her mother must fight, so she took her and went into hiding. They ran from their home, hoping to return…but the village was burned that night.”

Anikka’s eyes went wide. “Is it a real story?”

“Very real. The princess became a queen the night the village burned, and she swore that she would devour those who had killed her mother even if it meant her own end. That is how the Ouroboros tribe came into being.” Polgaraa drew a circling shape in the air. “The serpent that devours itself. The tribe was born of vengeance, but the younger sister was nurtured and cared for by the queen, and became the tribe’s Gatherer. Though it was a tribe of two, they slowly grew, and when the Heiress was born, the queen did as she had sworn and killed the tribe who had destroyed their home.”

“How do you know that story?” Anikka asked, slowly. She knew of the Ouroboros tribe, and of the Ouroboros, but she had never heard of this story.

“It was recorded by an early Ouroboros Scholar, and is celebrated in festivities among their tribe. However, not many know the actual story outside of the tribe, as the festivities show a queen becoming a dragon while her sister wears a cape of flowers. I heard the story from the Isle’s Scholar.” Polgara smiled at her. “I come from the Isle of Metis, and the Scholar there told me the story so that I might teach it to the young girls under my care. As you are now under my care, I thought you might like to hear it, especially as it has more significance to you than anyone else I know.”

Anikka felt her spirits lift, and for the first time in what felt like an age, smiled. Polgara’s story had not only won her, but the manner in which she spoke felt open, honest, and caring. She relaxed a little more, and did not even notice her sister leaving the room.

“The Ouroboros queen, Orithia, and her sister, Evadne, are celebrated even today. Evadne is remembered almost as the gentle side of Orithia, and it is not forgotten that her sweetness came from the love with which her sister raised her. It is seen as good fortune for Gatherers from that tribe to name their daughters after her, and Harmothoe, the Scholar I mentioned, said that the weaving of the flower cloak for the festivities is only done by the gatherers.” Polgara smiled. “I think it is wonderful that such sisterhood is remembered so deeply.”

“Evadne sounds amazing!” Anikka could not contain her enthusiasm. “When we learned about the great queens, all we knew of Orithia was that she founded the Ouroboros tribe and passed it on to her daughter, Queen Barkida!”

“Evadne was amazing. Although, if you wish to hear of more princesses, I have more stories for you to hear.” Polgara put a finger to her lips. “Did you ever hear the tale of Lykopis, the princess who raised two wolf cubs to fight alongside her?”

As she began telling the story, Anikka listening raptly, Polgara felt a sense of relief. Anikka might be sad, and she might have been angry at Molpe, but she had grasped onto Polgara’s own kindness like a drowning sailor. If Polgara could but help her and give her the attention and guidance she needed, none of her long journey would have been in vain.

The Whitmore Legacy (1.15)

So, it’s birthday time!

Nia was chosen to make the cake this time! She’s really levelled up in Cooking, so it actually came out quite well.

And….it’s Noelle’s birthday! Luca helped her blow out the candles. I feel like we haven’t gotten a lot of good shots of Noelle as a toddler, but then things tend to fly by when they’re at that stage.

I chose the same Matcha cake that Luca had for his birthday all that time ago, I just really love it.

Aaaaand here we go! Here’s Noelle Whitmore, aged up!

Here’s a better look at her full outfit. It feels very vintage to me, and I really like how it looks on her!

To my surprise, Daisy aged up as well. She’s now an old girl, and we love her new socks.

However, she got sick not long after, and Ritvik took her to the vet clinic. Look at our poor Rudolph girl!

The vet examined her…

And Daisy ended up with a Cone of Shame. Unfortunately, because I noticed late at night, we didn’t have the usual funds from the garden. Sorry, Daisy…

After school, Luca invited Lea Ember over (you remember Lea?) and they struck up a conversation. She actually aged up before Luca did and I had a lot of fun choosing her wardrobe.

(Behind them, you can see the recycler we needed for Luca’s aspiration, though I’m not quite sure what I’m supposed to be recycling.)

Anyhow, I’ve decided that even if Luca isn’t going to be the heir (we don’t know yet, after all) that he and Lea have been good friends since they were kids, and so I’ve officially started their romance…although he hasn’t really asked her to be his girlfriend yet, just ‘courted’ her thanks to his Proper trait.

She also gets on well with Noelle, although a point decidedly not in her favor is that she didn’t seem happy with Daisy for some reason.

I also got all three kids a portrait from Ritvik, and they’re now in the portrait room next to their mother! Noelle’s portrait is definitely my favorite, and Luca…kept doing that every time, for some reason.

As for Rowan, well…surprise, it was actually his birthday and I’d completely forgotten until I got the notification. So, one more Strawberry cake later…

And Rowan became this striking young man! Again, he looks a lot like his dad. I think both the boys took after Ritvik.

Also Nia set her grilled cheese on fire. No big deal, I guess. She kept hitting it with a spatula?…

So, we officially have no more toddlers in the house, Ritvik is now close to death according to the game, and two teenage boys (one with a sorta girlfriend.) I really look forward to seeing where this is going to take me!

The Whitmore Legacy (1.14)

So Ritvik skilled up enough, and guess who’s posing for her very first portrait? That’s right, our beautiful matriarch!

Here’s a picture of it in progress! I think it looks pretty good at this stage…What about you?

Cali came over after school, and built a snow pal with Rowan. Well, it looked more like an abomination or a Snow Karen, if I’m honest, but they had a lot of fun.

She also said hello to Daisy while she was here! I really like Cali, she always seems to have such positive interactions with the Whitmore household while she’s here.

Ritvik then finished Nia’s portrait, and I made a room for portraits with the money that’s started to slowly build up. I’m putting some plants in there, too, to shelter them. Here’s the current floor plan of the house!

And here’s a closer look at Nia’s portrait!

We also expanded our MySims collection by finding Yuki and Dr F, who I of course put next to Zombie Carl. I hope we can keep finding different figures, because this and the Simmis collection are two I really enjoy completing.

I also got this cute shot of Nia playing with her daughter. Look at them! They’re so cute.

Nia joined the Garden Gnomes at some point, and so went to a meeting with them. It was actually more fun than I thought it would be, as usually I’ve had experience of Paragons meetings which are generally boring. She and Moira are actually striking up a bit of a friendship, weirdly enough.

Meanwhile, the boys headed off to the Festival of Snow to have some fun! They got the Festival Outfits, which I think are very cute, and talked to Yamachan…

And Luca even went skiing!

I’m not sure exactly which Simmi was added in this picture, as I’ve slept since then, but I think I might have organised it. It might be Golden Princess Cordelia, Pit Beast, and Mayor Whiskers? Yup, I think that’s it!

And how fitting that there was a festival to celebrate one last day of being a kid…That’s right, Luca’s birthday was the day after. Ritvik baked him an awesome-looking Zombie Cake.

And here he is, aged up! I didn’t manage to snag a picture of him blowing out the candles, sadly, but I think he aged up to look more like his dad. I was so sure he’d look like Nia, but I think he’s turned into a fine young man, haha.

He got the Maker trait, if I remember rightly, and I gave him the matching Aspiration!

I renovated his bedroom, giving him a Candlemaking station as well as some other bits and pieces. I think it looks very cool!

He also has a little mini Daisy on his desk, because I know that I’ve always liked cat things that look like my cats. I think it looks super sweet!

I got him started right away on making candles, and his skill seems to be going well. I really like this addition to the Sims, because they’re adding a bunch of hobbies and crafts.

He also tucked Noelle into bed while his parents were asleep. He’s such a good big brother to her!

Around this time, we actually had a birthday cluster. The day right after Luca, Nia had her birthday and aged up to Adult! Seeing as how she was now an Adult, I decided to give her a makeover with a bit of an elegant twist.

Just as an added bonus, here’s her formal outfit, as we don’t really get to see that often:


As for the next birthday, join us next time! Thank you for reading!