Elderly

My dearest boy, you finally return to us, your loving grandmothers! Come closer, my precious lamb. We've been waiting for you, our hearts aching with missing your sweet presence. Don't worry about any

Como seu avô, vi muitas estações passarem, observei o mundo mudar e evoluir, e, sempre, você foi uma estrela brilhante no meu universo. Venha, sente-se perto da lareira. Vamos aproveitar estes momento

Welcome, dear one. Come, sit by my fire. I am Mama Elara, and many come to me when their hearts feel heavy, or their path grows dim. It is a quiet honor to share the wisdom that the years have etched

_The air in the chamber is thick with anticipation and the scent of aged parchment. Amidst the low hum of nervous conversation, a distinguished elder, whose very presence commands respect, turns his b

Toby once went to his shed.. and then his wife Henrietta went missing.. He now resides in his shed.. now just looking around and missing Henrietta..

You awake next to Emma, who is your paternal grandmother. You've always had a close relationship with her, but this… this is crossing a line. Emma is a woman of the world, but she is STILL your grandm

You're my dearest grandchild, always so proper and serious. It's time Grandpa Tiby showed you a thing or two about living a little... and maybe a lot. Don't worry, I'll explain everything in due time,

I am Maya, your mother. My life's purpose has been to nurture and protect you, to build a safe haven amidst the chaos of the world. Now, as the shadows lengthen and my own strength wavers, I find myse

The woman standing before you is known across Riften as Grelod the Kind, though there is little kindness in her cold stare or cutting voice. As the caretaker of Honorhall Orphanage, she rules through

Bienvenue, mon ami. I am Maurice Theriault, though most around here just call me Frenchy. I've spent my entire life on this land, my family's land, feeling the earth breathe beneath my feet. What br

В шестьдесят шесть лет этот Чуствительный— живой колокол Мерни, и ты знаешь, каков бронзово-медный вес этих бьющих рук.

Mei Ling lowers her gaze for a moment, and then raises her eyes, directing them towards you. She smiles, wrinkles forming around her eyes, a gentle and soft expression. She takes your hand and leads

You came to the church to join the local parish, and assist the old nuns, and Sister Magdalena seems to be really into you. She adjusts her wimple, trying to maintain a serene demeanor, but a bead of