The Whitmore Legacy – Remembering Nia Whitmore

The founder of our Legacy, Nia Whitmore, has passed away. I thought a look back on her life was in order, and I hope you enjoy the memories shown here.

Nia started as the founder of this Legacy with nothing much, as per the rules. However, she was a cheerful Sim and I really took a delight in creating her.

In Memoriam of Nia Whitmore

Nia Whitmore started her Legacy when young, and fought to establish herself with the little she had.

Soon she met Ritvik, who she chose as her spouse, and he came to join her in what was then a very tiny house that barely had room for them both, but they had each other.

And then, they had their first child, Luca.

Soon both their family and house had grown. It wasn’t much, but it was theirs.

It wasn’t long before Nia was expecting their second child, either!

Rowan was born, and Nia truly loved him too. Their little family was growing rapidly, and both she and Ritvik were working hard to provide for their children.

Nia was a good mother, teaching her sons and supporting them as they grew up under her watchful eye. She read to them…

Gave them advice…

And created memories with them that they would never forget.

She was always happy with their achievements, and helped them where she could.

And nothing could halt the love she had for Ritvik.

One Winterfest, Nia brought the boys the biggest present they could have wished for…

A sister!

With Noelle as part of the family, the Whitmores truly felt complete. Nia loved her little daughter and was happy that they could provide a home for her.

Of course, as more time passed, the children grew older…

And so did Nia.

But time, unfortunately, wasn’t on everyone’s side.

After the heavy blow of losing her husband, Nia turned to the comfort of her children.

And yet, her children were also finding love in their lives. Both Rowan and Luca had found love.

Nia welcomed her daughters-in-law wholeheartedly, with all the happiness in the world. Just as she had with her own children, she offered them advice and a shoulder to lean on.

Within a few years, Lea had been welcomed into their home and was expecting a baby. Nia was able to hold her first grandchild, Tabitha.

Noelle, in the meantime, was excited to be an aunt.

Tabitha grew up to look just like her father, and Nia was happy to be her grandmother.

Eventually, Tabitha, Luca, and Lea moved out, and the family was small once again. But Nia still worked her hardest to provide for them.

Cali and Rowan had the first grandson, Poplar, who Nia adored. But by this time, Nia truly was a grandmother. The years had been kind to her, but they had been years all the same.

Finally, she had to decide upon an heir, and she decided to give the Legacy to Noelle. Cali and Rowan took their son and moved out, and now it was just Noelle and Nia.

Nia was a devoted mother, a kind and caring grandmother, and even got to see Noelle’s first child.

Minthe was loved very much by Nia, and the last grandchild she saw enter this world.

She was still there for her daughter, too, up until the end.

After her death, Nia was laid to rest beside her husband in the family graveyard, where it is hoped they are reunited.

To the end, Nia never stopped supporting her children and family. She was a cheerful mother, a loving partner, and a caring grandmother. Her portrait will be displayed for future generations to see for a long time to come, so that they may know the wonderful woman who founded their family.

The Whitmore Legacy (2.8)

I’ve been trying to improve the Whitmore family home in bits and pieces, and also trying to get Loario and Noelle’s skills up as I realised how heavily this household relies on Nia.

First up, I expanded the greenhouse room and moved as many plants as I could across from the portrait gallery. I’m thinking that in the future, moving the portrait room upstairs could mean a bigger greenhouse, but for now we have this.

I’m also getting Noelle to focus on her painting as much as I can, because while neither she or Loario actually need a job at the moment (the funds are pretty good) it’s still important to have someone in the family who can paint portraits.

Nia also went to visit Rowan, and Poplar’s all grown up now! Though automatically assigned fashion is still…debatable. The boy standing next to him is his cousin and also Lucas Munch’s son.

Luca also autonomously came to visit, which had me worried at first, but all he really did was shout at Blarffy…

And while Minthe was sleeping right behind him. Sigh.

Noelle and Nia had an autonomous chat on Nia’s bed, which I felt was kind of bittersweet, because in my mind it was like Nia was passing on as much advice as she could to Noelle.

And then it happened.

I was just watching with utter sadness as Nia fell slowly to the ground. I know we’ve already lost Ritvik, but Nia was my founder.

Her family found her pretty quickly, and were understandably devastated. Noelle by this point is in her third trimester, which made it even harder, because Nia wouldn’t get to see this grandchild.

And of course, Grim showed up. Noelle pleaded for Nia’s life with him, but he wasn’t having any of it.

After he left, I put Nia to rest alongside Ritvik in the little graveyard outside, and put some flower vases around them. Finally, they were together again in death.

I’ll be doing a second update in memoriam of Nia, which is probably going to be a little lengthy, but this really broke my heart a little. Even though I knew it was coming, I still feel quite sad about her.

Till next time.

Et In Arcadia Ego (1.1)

The little property on Granary Street had been built just for them, something that Jessamine felt awed by every day. Just for them, members of their faith had put in hours of work and created a home for their family to move into. One that she was lucky enough to live in.

Of course, it wasn’t entirely for them. As Leader Jacob had told her, it was an investment into the future, both her own and that of the group as a whole.

She could still remember what he’d told her.

“Back before you were born, Jessamine, none of this belonged to us. Like pioneers, we had to try and settle it in an age of modernity, fighting against more odds than you might believe.” He’d smiled. “But we bought two plots of land, one for the church and one for our housing, and then slowly, when things became available, we provided for ourselves. We bought the houses, we combined our land, and prospered.”

It was strange to think of Haven as an outsider’s town, but then it had been, at some point in time, before they had settled it.

Jessamine Vale had been born to middle-ranking parents within the faith. Her family was considered respectable, and she was one of several children. The second eldest, Elizabeth, had married one of Leader Oswald’s sons, Gordon, and become Mrs Elizabeth Grace.

Jessie, as her parents called her, had been surprised to learn that she, Elizabeth, Gordon, and their two children, had all been selected for a mission. That mission was to slowly lay the groundwork to settle the town for the faith, and, as Leader Oswald had firmly told them, to ‘prepare Jessamine for her own marriage’.

Preparation. One word, with a heavy meaning behind it.

‘Prep’, as the girls called it jokingly in the time before they went through it, was a period of time where a girl would stay with a member of the faith, shadowing the wife and helping her out with chores. It eased the burden of the wife, while teaching the younger girl about the duties of running a household. It started once the leaders had picked out a husband for the young woman.

Jessamine had never imagined she would be going through preparation under her sister’s guidance, and she had the feeling that her sister wasn’t best pleased about it. She had prayed for forgiveness for her doubts the first time she had thought that, but now, she was unsure again.

Still, as she tended to the cow, she couldn’t help but be lifted by the idea that the leaders had picked out a husband for her. She hadn’t even known that her parents had approached them yet, but the idea of a courtship in the near future made her feel slightly giddy.

“Besides, it isn’t as if I’ll say no,” she told the cow. “I’m sure that the leaders will pick out the best person for me.”

“So, this house is…large.” Elizabeth said, in a tone she thought was neutral, and her husband knew was not.

“For a reason. The leaders said we’re to call this place Arcadia, Elizabeth, and they want me to lead us in prayer until we can secure a church. They say as Leader Oswald’s son, I should be qualified…” He stopped short. “You want to say something.”

“So our house is also a church now.”

“Until the actual church can be found. Elizabeth, this is a great opportunity. You, me, and even Jessie, we’re doing the right thing here. This house is twice the size of the one we had, and the children deserve all the chances we can give them.”

“And how long until we can find a church?”

“Elizabeth! You learned the faith in your own house, why is it so wrong for the children to do so?”

“Because we’re isolated from our community, Gordon.” She ground out the words. “We are alone here–“

“Ah, Elizabeth. You don’t have to worry about that. We’re an outpost for the community, and you have your sister here. She’ll keep you company.”

Elizabeth felt her teeth grit. Gordon was an expert in taking apart her arguments, and after the stress of moving, she simply wanted to scream.

“There you go, my dear. It’ll all be fine. Besides, with everything we have to do, you’ll be grateful for Jessie’s help. She’s already helping out with the animals and the children.”

Elizabeth plastered a smile on her face. Her sister was no replacement for the community they’d had around them back in Haven, and Gordon had accepted this post without talking to her. He refused to discuss that with her, too.

“Think of their future,” Gordon said, quietly. “Solomon and Hannah will be happy here.”

In the yard, Hannah was laughing at a little rabbit that had burrowed its way into the chicken’s yard, who was looking from side to side in confusion.

“Auntie Jess, Auntie Jess!” she called. “Look at this!”

The rabbit took fright and began running towards Jessamine at high speed, its little tail flashing up and down. Jessamine found herself laughing too as the rabbit sped away.

“Aw…”

“The chickens must have been surprised!” Jessamine said, smiling at her niece.

“Yeah! I heard the chicks peeping and there he was! Bunnies are so cute…”

“They’re not farm animals, Hannah.” Jessamine said it gently. “You can ask your father, but I don’t think he would want you to have a rabbit as a pet.”

“But they’re so cute!” Hannah sounded disappointed, but even so, she turned her attention towards the chickens, starting to shoo them inside their little coop. “Come on, ladies, it’s time to go inside!”

Jessamine watched fondly as her niece dealt with the chickens. Hannah was so good at helping out with the chores. She was such a helpful little girl, and Jessamine felt reassured by her every time. She had been a quiet baby as well.

She wondered if one day, she would have a daughter like Hannah, who was so helpful and obeyed her parents at every turn. If someday it would be her daughter helping with the chores, smiling up at her, and laughing over the animals.

She felt a fond smile creep onto her face at the thought.

Daughters of Hesperia – To Aid Others (1.14)

As Molpe awaited in the flickering candlelight, she was thinking over what this could be. A sign, perhaps, from the Goddess, but without a priestess to act as interpreter, signs were hard to understand.

Yet even she knew that there was only one path that a tribe could take with a woman who needed help, and that was to take her in, whether as a member of the tribe or something else. Pallas had seemed unnerved by the situation, something that worried her, but when pressed he had told her that the woman had a young girl with her, and both of them were garbed in fine clothes that looked torn and stained.

A woman and a young girl.

There was no way that Molpe could turn them away, and she did not even wish to, but the timing was so strange. Could Polgara really take care of so many children all at once?

Pallas called from outside. “My queen, I have brought her here.”

“Send her in.”

* * *

The woman in front of her was dressed as Pallas had described, but she was also younger than Molpe had anticipated. In fact, if Molpe was any judge, this woman was around the age of her younger sister, and yet something about the way she watched the girl almost anxiously made Molpe feel a pang of sympathy.

“Come forward.”

The woman stared blankly at her, and Molpe frowned.

“Come forward, if you please.”

The woman spoke in another language, and with a start, Molpe realised that this woman was speaking Frankish, the same language that traders spoke. She could understand some of the words, but she still held up a hand.

“Please repeat that.”

“We are–” Here, she said a word Molpe did not know, and clutched the little girl tight to her. “Please, help us.”

Molpe repeated the word under her breath, and searched her memory. As Polgara often dealt with the traders, the queen did not often have a reason to practice her Frankish, but as part of her lessons she had been taught the basics of the language.

“What is that word?” she asked.

Pallas bowed his head from the doorway, and Molpe nodded to him, signalling that he might speak.

“It means…lost, my queen. I have heard the traders use it to describe ships that have been sunk, but it is a very…peculiar word.” He gave the woman a strange look, before averting his eyes again.

“We do not know this land.” The woman seemed almost afraid. “Please, help us.”

“I will help you.” Molpe rose. “Here, I am queen, and I will help you.”

“Where are we?”

“I am queen here on Hesperia. Do you understand?” Molpe looked at her. “Now, we talk.“

“Queen…” The woman’s eyes widened. “Then we are in Amazon lands?”

“Do not talk when I do.” Molpe was exhausting her knowledge of Frankish, but the woman looked down.

“You need our help, but you do not rule here. I do.” Molpe stayed standing. “I am Queen, and I do not yet know what you need. But I will not have you talk when I am talking. Now, speak.”

The woman bowed her head. “My apologies. My daughter and I have had a long journey, and then we were left on a nearby island by a…” She looked almost embarrassed. “The ship left us there. But we found a small boat, and came here.”

“Your daughter?” Molpe looked at the little girl, who looked tired and a little scared, and she could not help but feel her heartstrings tug.

“This is Marcella.”

“And your name?”

The woman said a name, a long Frankish one, before repeating something shorter. Molpe frowned.

“Diana?”

“I…” The woman hesitated before nodding. “Yes, I am Diana.”

Something told Molpe that had she called this woman any name, she would have taken it. Still, prolonging this conversation now would do no good to anyone.

“You have a choice. You may stay the night and leave in the morning, as is tradition, or you may join us.”

The woman looked surprised, but Molpe held her gaze steadily.

“The night?” she whispered, looking down at her child.

“Hospitality. We must welcome you both, and if you take that night, you must leave in the morning.” Molpe sighed. “My tribe is still young, and I have children to protect.”

This clearly struck a chord in Diana, who looked down at her own child.

“We…we will…”

“Decide in the morning.” Molpe sighed. “You need to sleep, and so does your daughter.”

Diana looked grateful, and Molpe looked to Pallas.

“Pallas, take them to Polgara and help her move Odysseus into my room. I cannot risk my son. Have Polgara tell Anikka to stay in her room, and we will move some blankets into the nursery for these two tonight. Make sure they are fed as well.”

“Yes, my queen.” Pallas began gently shepherding Diana and her child away and up the stairs.

Please, Goddess, let this be the right choice, Molpe prayed. Please let this decision be the right one.

The Whitmore Legacy (2.7)

We’re back! And just as I predicted, I’ve been walking on eggshells around my legacy save.

Nia completed Noelle’s portrait, and it’s now in the plant/portrait room, which I should probably vacate of plants at some point. Ah, well!

Here’s the actual screenshot of Noelle sitting for the portrait – it actually went pretty well given how getting Sims to sit for a portrait usually goes!

I also redecorated the kitchen like I was planning to, and did it up in Noelle’s signature pink. We now have slightly better things to cook with, and I even splashed out on a bin that should be pretty catproof. I think everything looks really lovely!

Nia also retired, because I really don’t want to make things worse by tiring her out with work.

Plus, she’s looking after the family! She’s the best cook in the house, and I assure you that neither Loario or Noelle are particularly great cooks yet.

As well as painting Noelle’s portrait, Nia also managed to paint a Masterpiece – I’m not one to collect them but this is absolutely beautiful.

Nia’s actually been painting a lot recently, and her skill in that is getting higher all the time! It’s really strange to think how she and Ritvik started out when they were first together, because now the house is just beautiful and things are much better.

Speaking of beautiful, Minthe aged up!

She’s very like her mother at the same age, and just so cute! Nia definitely thinks so as well.

I also got a cute shot of Minthe being put to bed by her grandmother. Look at these two! They’re so cute! Fun fact, Minthe has the Weak Bloodline trait from Noelle being a Spellcaster, but I don’t know if she’s a Spellcaster too – I don’t think so, but it’s interesting all the same!

Rowan’s old room is officially the nursery now, and Noelle is also pregnant again. I’m definitely looking to have multiple children this time round.

Loario looks tired already, which is making me giggle. This poor man, he’s going to be EXHAUSTED for the first few bits of this generation. Noelle’s also getting morning sickness right away, which has to be rough.

Still, she and Loario did briefly go to the Festival of Lights, and it seems like they had a fun time!

So our little family is most definitely growing, but I’m always more and more worried for Nia. I’m planning on doing a commemorative episode when she does pass away, but she’s lived for 99 days so far, which is pretty astonishing.

See you all again soon!

Daughters of Hesperia – The Issue of the Queen (1.13)

While she loved Odysseus as was only natural in a mother, Molpe left most of his care to Polgara. She would see him on occasion, and take delight in feeding him, but as queen, she had duties to attend to.

One such duty was thinking over the problem her son presented. He was not an heiress, and her body needed time to recover according to Polgara, and yet the tribe needed to grow as quickly as possible. There was also a feeling that since the Goddess had not blessed them with a girl as their very first child, that she had not done enough to appease their Goddess, but such feelings could not be assuaged without a priestess.

So, they needed a priestess to help guide them back towards the Goddess’ path. Where was one to be found? It could not be Anikka, for she was too young, and her mother had already found them two tribe members. If she wanted a priestess, she would have to communicate with the tribes herself, and she wasn’t quite sure that she wanted to do so by begging for more members. However, they needed someone who could connect with the Goddess.

Molpe also knew that she needed to speak to Meda and urge her to choose from between the men. Polgara needed to look after Odysseus and Anikka, and so could not be expected to take time away from her duties, but Meda had a choice of two men, and that was a choice that their Gatherer needed to make.

“We will survive,” Molpe said to herself, firmly. “We shall survive past this, and reach the Goddess again.”

In her heart, however, the girl she had once been wished for the Goddess to send them a sign – anything to prove that she still watched over them.

* * *

Anikka blinked down at her nephew. He was so very small that she wasn’t quite sure what she should do with him, but his focus went from her to other things so often that she almost felt awed when he did look at her.

“Princess Anikka, do you wish to hold him?” Polgara asked.

“I have had brothers before,” Anikka answered, as if in a daze. “And nephews, too, but there were always so many babies…” She kept staring at Odysseus, who yawned and closed his eyes.

Polgara knew what she meant. On the Isle, she had taken care of several at a time, but for there to just be one baby seemed very quiet indeed. And he was certainly a sweet baby, there was no denying that.

“Will we be walking tomorrow?” Anikka asked.

Polgara shook her head. “I must make sure Odysseus is fed, Princess Anikka, and the sun would be too hot for him.” She smiled at the young girl. “Why not bring your journal down here? I am sure he would be grateful to your spending time with him.”

* * *

Molpe walked out of the palace to see Pallas waiting, looking unnerved. As soon as he saw her, a look of relief passed over his face, and he hurried over as quickly as he could.

“Speak.”

“My Queen, I must report something to you.” He looked down. “I was walking along the beach and around the palace, and I have found…someone, but she does not speak our language and she is in distress.”

“She?” Molpe frowned.

“I cannot tell her name, but she is exhausted and…oh, my queen, I do not know what I am to do.”

“You ought to have brought her to the palace already.” Molpe frowned at him. “Or do you think an exhausted woman is an assassin?”

He bowed his head in apology. “I did not wish to disturb you, my Queen, or the new baby, and of course with Princess Anikka, I wished to be careful. I simply waited for you.”

“Very well. Bring her to me now, and I shall wait for her.” Molpe turned around.

“There is something else, my Queen!” Pallas called.

“What is that?”

“She…has a child with her.”

(This beautiful dress can be found here, and the toddler hair can be found here !)

The Whitmore Legacy (2.6)

First things first, it’s Winterfest and Noelle looks like she’s carrying twins! She looks absolutely miserable, but…this is only the first of who knows how many pregnancies.

Nia stepped in to make the dinner, although it doesn’t look that impressive. I’m not great at managing the holidays in my games so the table isn’t set at all, but she looks to be spending some quality time with Loario.

I’m thinking that at this point, I should probably rip out the kitchen and replace it with a nice new shiny one, because practically everything in this kitchen is battered and bad.

Nia also had a cuddle with Ruby in her pajamas, which was a really cute shot.

Then it was time for Noelle and Loario to decorate the tree!

This is such a cute shot – Noelle with her baby bump and a smile while Loario hangs an ornament? Oh my goodness! Definitely one of my favourite Winterfest pics so far in this legacy.

Plus, once they were done, the tree looked really cute!

Father Winter definitely seemed to agree when he came to visit!

Everyone got a present, and Loario got the best one of all…a Motion Gaming Mat!

And then, in a puff of smoke, Father Winter was gone! I didn’t even have to sell all the gifts this time around, which was fortunate.

Everyone had a really good Winterfest as a result, and I think next time around I’ll be able to put even more effort into it! It’s a really good holiday and I had a lot of fun playing through it.

Plus, once we packed up all of the Winterfest items, we had room for the Gaming Mat! Loario’s been mostly the one to use it, and I also decided to splash out on some nice pink wallpaper to replace the blue from before.

He also found a Potion of Curse Cleansing on Plopsy, and Noelle was able to drink it and finally be free of the curse she received back in her teens! Yay! No more weird magic!

She…then immediately went into labour.

I decided that this time around, I was going to name everyone in this generation after different characters in Lore Olympus (one of my favourite Webtoons) so meet Minthe Whitmore, our first baby of the next generation!

She’s absolutely adorable, and I had Noelle dress her in the little ice cream cone onesie.

Her dad adores her too! I think Loario is going to be a really devoted dad.

Unfortunately, that’s just as well, because I got the notification I’ve been dreading for some time while I was playing. Nia is on her last days, and while she’s lasted longer than I could ever have hoped for, she’s not got long left and will pass on soon.

I remember how hard my first Legacy Founder death hit me when I first played this challenge, and I don’t think it’s going to be any easier this time. I’m really attached to Nia and I really don’t want to lose her, but I think it’s only right that she should paint Noelle’s portrait to add to the portrait room before she passes.

I’m going to miss her so much, and I’ll be nervous for the next few times I play, but ultimately this is how the game works.

Until next time, readers!

The Whitmore Legacy (2.5)

It’s official, we’ve got an heir incoming!

I know it’s been quite a while since I last updated, but what an update! I’m seriously so happy! I’m kind of hoping for a girl if I’m honest!

Here’s the nursery, decked out in Noelle’s colours:

Of course, after that, the family had to drop round and approve of Loario. I swear they just showed up by themselves, I had nothing to do with this. I love this screenshot because it totally looks like Rowan is telling Loario embarrassing childhood stories about Noelle!

Speaking of Loario, he’s an interior decorator, and he took a gig for the Elderberries! It was my first time testing this feature and while it was a little stressful, it was also pretty fun!

I like the elegant style I ended up going with!

And the clients were certainly very pleased! Rohan in this save is married to Morgan Fyres, and they have two children together. (In my other save, he’s kind of a deadbeat dad while Morgan is the best friend of my Sim, so this is kind of funny.)

But it was a fun experience and I think the house looks really nice!

Happily, it’s also that time of year again, which brings back so many memories for me. Noelle joined the family during Winterfest, as I mentioned before, and it looks like she might have her baby the day after.

Then…

And now!

It’s a good reminder of how much the house has changed, too. I remember desperately trying to squeeze everything into the house for Winterfest, and now we have a greenhouse room, several bedrooms, and everything one could want. I still feel like it’s pretty basic, but I’m sure that as time goes on we’ll eventually get there.

Also, Ritvik swung by to officially approve of Loario. I think Rowan’s just here to pet the cat at this point.

Ritvik also makes cake every time he pops up. Is this a normal thing?

Ah well, at least Noelle isn’t going hungry.

Until next time!

Daughters of Hesperia – The Firstborn (1.12)

Polgara heard the cries of her queen from the nursery, and ran as fast as she could. Molpe was supposed to be resting, as her child was due soon, but when Polgara reached the room she found Molpe stood over the cradle, clutching her stomach.

“My queen!” Polgara cried out, rushing forward and taking her in her arms, trying to walk her away from the cradle. It was clear from her cries that the queen had gone into labor, and would need help.

“My…sister…”

“Sleeping, my queen,” Polgara steered her away, trying to get her towards the bed.

On the Isle or indeed any well populated Amazon territory, many would be able to attend and help a queen during labor, but here, Polgara would be the only one. She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she laid Molpe down on the bed. Polgara would need to see Molpe through this virtually by herself.

***

The next morning, a gurgling baby rested in Molpe’s arms, while behind her Polgara tried not to worry. The baby was healthy, at least, and Molpe was speaking softly, but…

Odysseus was a boy.

Their firstborn was a male, and of course, someday, would die. His children could not even inherit the throne. And for the firstborn of the tribe to be a boy was worrying.

“He is precious, Polgara, do you not think?” Molpe asked, dreamily. “So small…”

“All babies are so, my queen.” Polgara cleared her throat. “I shall need to ask his father to come see him soon, of course, and then…”

“Oh…” Molpe seemed to awaken from some sort of trance. “Of course, Polgara. And have Meda sent to me, too. I need her to make her decision soon.”

Polgara nodded, and came over to help the queen return to her bed. “Rest easy, my queen. I will take care of all matters while you rest. I will take care of it all.”

Molpe smiled gratefully as Polgara eased her under the covers of her bed. “Thank you, dearest Polgara. You are of great service to your queen.”

Polgara stood over the cradle, looking at the baby. He was not an heiress, but on the bright side, he was a healthy child, and very sweet. She found herself drawn to talk to him.

“You and I will be friends, Odysseus,” she said, gently, “for I will raise you. I will provide for you, and you will have as happy a life as you may, but I will be your protector and provider.” She smiled at him, and he stared up at her, not understanding a word.

“Your father is coming to meet you.” She lowered her voice. “You may only see him once, but he will give his life in exchange for yours, and thus he will be giving you the greatest gift of all. As you are given to us, he will be given to the Goddess. You will see him.” She moved as if to pick him up, but heard footsteps and moved away from the cradle.

“Septimus?” she called out.

“Yes, my lady.”

The visit was short, but Polgara averted her eyes as Septimus faced his son, the firstborn of Tribe Hesperia. She heard him sniff as though he was weeping, but whatever he said to his son, whatever words of love and affection were given, those stayed between the two.

And as she had promised Molpe, Polgara took care of everything as she led Septimus into the trees nearby. She gave him the vial that she had asked Andromeda to prepare, and held his hand after he drank from it, staying with him until the very end, and when the sun rose she came back alone.

The Whitmore Legacy (2.4)

Without further ado, I would like to introduce….Noelle’s birthday! I’m hyped, are you hyped?

Her birthday cake meant that Nia mastered the Cooking Skill, which I adore because I don’t think that’s ever happened in game for me before. It was winter in game, so I chose the winter cake, which is actually also thematic given she joined the family at Winterfest!

Sadly I didn’t get a picture of her blowing out the candles, but here’s a picture of her as she is now! She’s pretty much 100% Dream Home Decorator for her outfit, and I absolutely adore her. Look at how cute she is!

So now I absolutely have to redesign her room, as it’s now the master bedroom! I wanted to really go for a pastel pink theme for Noelle overall, and I really love how it turned out (with some space left over for hobbies and such later on!)

With that out of the way, it was time to send our girl spouse hunting! I decided that San Myshuno was probably the best place for her to scout out potential partners, so I sent her over to the art gallery.

(Rowan showed up here, and I was so excited to see him in his painter’s outfit. Look at him!)

However, pretty soon I noticed two young men at one of the stands outside.

Bingo!

I sent Noelle over to make Polite Introductions (she’s got the Good Manners trait as well as Responsible as a Young Adult) and she got to chatting with both of them while I weighed up who I thought it should be.

Eventually, I decided on the lovely man behind the counter, Loario, and Noelle and he had a really lovely time talking.

I think he’s going to be an excellent addition to our legacy! Welcome to the family, Loario!

Here he is after a clothing makeover! I tried to make sure his clothing would complement Noelle’s style, and honestly, it really suits him.

I’m very excited to see how this will go! Roll on, Generation Two!