Eisenstern 3.2
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Notes: I did de-immortalise Ezio and Drake, and then enable ageing for Morgyn and de-vampire Caleb, then turn them all elder. So the natural ageing process will be taking care of the rest. Looks like they’re all going to go on the same day. Of course. Gabriel’s also apparently very bad at being a vegetarian, so I changed this trait for proper, since he insisted on eating meat dishes. (Clearly, he is not actually vegetarian.)
Grandfather came over to talk to mom, and then spent a lot of time cleaning the kitchen. I had to go in there and tell him it’s fine to leave it. He seemed a little bit reluctant to just leave it, but eventually followed me out into the living room and went back to talking to mom.
I haven’t seen grandpa in a while, but he does get busy from time to time. Mom tells me he probably helps Morgyn with that sage thing, since Morgyn’s not exactly known for having an impressive amount of patience or anything. Rather the opposite… I thought teaching magic might be kind of up my alley, but, in thinking of it, even if I wasn’t heir, I’d probably still be here. All of my friends are here. All of my family are too.
I don’t know how Morgyn does it. Probably transportalate.
Uncle Cynemaer came by. It was nice to see him. I hadn’t seen him since before I dyed my hair black. He looked confused.
“Weren’t you blond last I saw you?” he asked.
I laughed a little. “Yeah, I was,” I said. “I like my hair darker.”
“You remind me of dad,” he said. “I don’t know what his natural hair colour actually is, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s blond and he just hit his goth phase and dyed it.”
Huh. Goth phase. I’d thought about that here and there. Grandpa and grandfather used to live with us for a while when Hilda and I were younger, and I always thought grandpa looked really cool. Maybe I’d try it myself.
But first, Diaval needs a good brush. He really enjoys being brushed, and petted, and playing with the laser pointer. I also like playing with him with the pointer. It’s too easy to get him to go in circles, but you know, I’m also watching him so I guess I’m just as easily entertained.
I’m glad we have a cat. I think life would be pretty abysmal without them.
We’re fairly close now, and I’m glad he’s just as happy with me as he’s been with the Eisensterns before me. I’m not sure what it’d be like for a cat to be stuck with a family for as long as he’ll be with the Eisensterns. Maybe the folklore and tales are right and after a while of living, he’ll turn into a nekomata and gain special powers.
That’d be pretty cool.
Sometimes it’s strange being the only guy in a house full of ladies. And other times it doesn’t feel that weird. Like sometimes I belong, and sometimes I don’t. I mentioned this to mom and she suggested I might be gender fluid. I wasn’t really sure what that means, but she told me it means what gender you are isn’t a static thing but rather something that’s always in flux.
That sounds really confusing. But maybe. I’ll think about it. In the meantime, sometimes I sure like eyeliner.
Mom’s down here playing basketball a lot, and I’m glad to see she’s still pretty active. Actually, her age doesn’t seem to have slowed her down at all, and I’m just happy not to have to worry about her getting sick or something suddenly. I’m sure a lot of people worry about knowing what to do when they lose a parent, but, I mean… I worry about it.
Diaval’s got bad nap placement sense, though. The middle of the basketball court is the worst place to put yourself when you are small and squishable.
So far at least, mom doesn’t seem to think I’m doing too badly as heir. It’s not like I’m worried about it or anything, but, I’m a little worried sometimes. I’m not entirely sure what all is a part of this heir business, but I guess by now it’s just keeping the family going, and not squandering our wealth or wasting our influence.
Yeah, we’re starting to get influence now. It’s actually pretty weird.
When I renovated the house, I had a hot springs installed in the back on the ground floor (along with a series of showers). No one really made any use of it and I was kind of surprised. And then moms started using it. Apparently it helps their bones, and that makes a lot of sense.
I honestly hadn’t thought about it, that as you get older, your joints stop being so flexible, but that makes sense too. When you’re a baby, you practically bounce, I remember that. Not just from my own childhood but also from Hilda’s (she’d fall a lot, hit her butt, and then stand up and cry; if I tried that right now I’d break my tailbone).
I’m glad the springs helps. I knew it’d be a good idea.
Cassandra and I’s relationship is still going really well. We’ve been dating for a long time now, and I’ve been thinking it might be the right time to take the next step. But I always get really close to bringing it up and then I change the subject. Mom keeps staring at me, because she knows we keep going for romps in the sheets and she hasn’t heard anything about a ring, and thinks I ought to fix that.
Well, she’s probably right. I’m not sure how legacy laws work, but you know, I’ve got future heirs to think about, and we’d want any kids I had to be Eisenstern. And besides, I’d love to marry her! She makes me happy, and she’s the prettiest pretty girl I’ve ever seen.
(Not that I’ve paid a lot of attention to anyone else since we started dating.)
As a kid, I picked up poetry. It was just kind of something to channel my thoughts and feelings into that wasn’t destructive or otherwise inconvenient. Sometimes I read my poems to her, and she always seems to like them. So I got it all planned out. I took her to Nine East, where we had our first date. And I wrote her a poem just for her.
And then I pulled out a ring and asked if she’d marry me.
Surprisingly, she said yes. I was absolutely overjoyed! I was so happy! It felt like my heart was going to explode in my chest! Yessss! One less thing to be concerned about and overthink!
And then I remembered… now we have to plan a wedding.
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