Eisenstern 2.3
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I asked her.
She said yes.
It was kind of a spur of the moment sort of thing. I’d meant for something more romantic, you know, some candles, soft music, rose petals maybe (does she even like roses?), a nice dinner, some time talking under the stars, and then I’d ask her. Not by dropping the ring into her wine glass, either (not that she drinks wine). Instead, what happened was, and now in hindsight I don’t even remember what she said, but she said something, and I laughed, and just… pulled the ring out and asked.
I’m surprised she said yes. Avery’s always been so forgiving of how stupid I am sometimes. Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised that she was forgiving of how spontaneous and unplanned and graceless that was.
Dad had built up quite the garden in the yard before he and father moved out. I’ve never had a green thumb (um, I have a black thumb, if that’s a thing), but Avery’s an outdoorsy type and enjoyed taking it over. It’s gotten pretty far with her caring for it, and it’s nice to see the garden still thriving even without dad here.
There are a number of things that dad left behind when he moved out, and my sentimental self likes to see those things preserved, even if it means putting up with how weird robots are. I’m not a roboticist, that’s for sure. Maybe in the future, one of our descendants will take a liking to robots and figure out how to properly care for Sparky.
Dad also built a gardening robot, but with Avery around, we haven’t needed to use Sprout.
Shame he didn’t build a leaf-raking robot.
On the other hand, I do enjoy helping with the yard, even if I can’t take care of the plants. I can at least rake the leaves and take care of the leaf piles after. The yard’s normally in meticulous shape, and I’m glad for that. I guess we have something of a reputation, but it’s not much of one yet.
When you get infamous as a legacy family, anyway? I wonder that. I hope at no point during my tenure as heir. I’m good.
I also feel like I probably shouldn’t do yard work in heels, but pfft, generations of Eisensterns before me have done worse than yard work in heels. I got this.
Dad came by again. He sure is around a lot for somebody that swears I can do it, but then, seeing him and hearing his voice still make things easier. Like he’s never really gone as long as I keep his voice alive in my head. Father doesn’t come by as often, but it’s probably because dad’s by so much.
Something something never learn to fly if you don’t leave them alone, Ezio…
(Don’t leave us alone, dad.)
It’s probably just as well that I asked her to marry me. Avery and I kind of already are married. I’m not sure how I got so lucky as to find her, but we’re well suited to each other. Around her it feels like I can be that paranoid, freaked out kid that I still occasionally feel like I am, and she won’t ever think of me any differently for it.
It helps she’s also a spellcaster. She’s Chinese, too, and it sounds like a good idea, mixing spellcaster families across ethnicities. I mean, imagine how powerful we’d get if we learnt from one another. Chinese magic is some of the oldest magic in the world, I’d love to learn it.
Un…fortunately I think I should probably get the hang of repairio first.
Bryn came by, and it was just nice to see her again. She looks really good! Oh! And she’s pregnant! I’m so excited! I’m going to be an aunt! As much as I occasionally don’t terribly care for him given he stole my sister, Orlando seems to make her happy, and with that in mind I swallow my unfair bitterness and keep quiet about it.
Freya asked her if she wanted a boy or a girl, and Bryn just said she wanted a healthy. Yeah, that sounds like Bryn alright. And then they both started pestering me about kids, since I’m the one that’s supposed to be having them since I’m heir and all. That was no fun!
I’m still the worstest worst witch ever.
I was trying to repairio the dew collector, since it’d broken, and somehow I managed to set it on fire. How does one set on fire four giant metal canisters of water? Sigh.
I’ll never get the hang of-nope. No, remember what dad said. You’ll learn. It just takes time. And apparently setting a few things on fire that logically should not be capable of burning…
I decided to practice my potion-craft. At least while practicing potion-crafting, one’s chances of setting non-flammable things on fire are pretty nil. It’s a much safer way of getting my magical experience up without causing unnecessary damage.
The good news is, I managed to get the fire out, and Avery also ran out with another extinguisher, so fires have no hope here!
She said she was glad I didn’t set myself on fire. Yeah, me too. That sounds rather unpleasant.
At some point, Freya asked me to move grandma and grandpa’s urns to a proper grave plot. Something about they were making it hard for her to sleep at night (dad did mention she’s a medium). So we got them a plot in Newcrest, where they can rest in whatever peace they can find out there.
Freya’s grades are really good, though. She says she wants to become an archaeologist. The first thing I had to ask is what’s that, and she said it’s someone that studies people. But not living ones, so like historical civilisations and stuff. Hence conquering temples.
It sounds like a lot of fun! And Freya’s a smart girl. If nothing else, she definitely inherited the Ember-Eisenstern stubbornness. She’ll go places. I believe in that kid.
After breakfast one morning, Avery came downstairs to tell me something. And I was completely blown away!
We’re having a baby! I mean for one thing I was wondering if we could do that, given we’re… apparently my body still works that way, and Bryn and Freya can get off my case about having kids! Oh wait, I’m going to be a mom-oh no, oh jeez oh jeez oh jeez-
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