Aeron and his mother, Elarya, were in the Drenn's house. With them were Ronan, Yvarra, and their mother, Elira. She had called them all together, and now she stood before them, ready to speak.
"I called you all here," Elira began, her voice calm but firm, "in honor of my late husband. Every one of us here holds him close in our hearts. Even you, Elarya," she turned to Aeron's mother with a soft smile, "you are like family to us."
She paused, then continued. "Since his passing, we have carried sorrow in our faces. We no longer smile, nor live as ourselves. I understand why, he was a good man. A caring and loving man. But this cannot continue. He would not want this for us. Not from his family."
"He was always the kind of man who moved forward, who welcomed the brightness of the next day. He would not want to see us bound by grief. So, for his sake, we must stop mourning. We must live happily. We must live fully."
