Sasha Saunders-Ibari passed away after long illness. Daniel was by her side, holding her hand at the moment Grim was called.
The funeral was held at the local Cemetery.
“I’ve never known someone so passionate about living every day to the fullest,” Danial shared in his eulogy. “I’m blessed that she was in my life. The hole she leaves in my life will never truly be filled.”
Victoria was there to give her respects. Danial had been a treasured friend over the years. Her heart ached for Danial, and yet she was privately hopeful that now his life could begin again. He’d spent so much time setting himself aside to take care of Sasha, she wasn’t sure she fully knew himself anymore
When his eulogy was over, Danial finally broke down.
Vickie rushed to him and wrapped him in her arms.
“Sasha was blessed to have you too,” she said. “Never forget that. You stood by her even in the hardest moments.”
“Thanks,” Danial said. “We had so many plans we could never begin. I’ll let you in on a secret, though. We froze some of her eggs when she was healthier, and I’m considering carrying her child. We always wanted kids, but it didn’t seem like something we could take on while she was hospitalized. Maybe someday, her ghost will haunt us, and I could introduce our kid to their mom.”
“Wow,” Vickie said, internally shuddering at the thought of kids. “That’s a lot of responsibility to take on. Don’t go too fast, ok? Just be you for a while. You have time.”
Danial offered her a crooked smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“When you’re ready, let’s hit the the club sometime. You’re a great dancer.”
“I think I found it!” Edmund whispered.
Buried in the Fae Council’s ancient tome, the last piece of the puzzle lay in the middle of a boring paragraph on ghosts and Ambrosia.
If it was right about the conflict between lay lines and the undead, all he needed to do would be….
Perfect.
He called Marisela Flynn immediately. “I’m sorry it’s late, but I think I have it. When can we meet?”
“I’ll make time right now,” Marisela said. “Meet me by the the entrance to the forest outside Vetinari’s Restaurant.”
Edmund blinked. “Now? Outside?” He looked out the window into the darkness. “You realize it’s pouring rain?”
“I don’t want my father involved,” Marisela said. “He won’t think to look for me there.”
“I can see why…” Edmund said. “All right. I’ll be there.”
He traveled as fast as his broom could take him.
They stood, sopping wet in the downpour, and Edmund tried to describe to her what he’d discovered.
“If I’m right, the shackles that have bound you will drop almost immediately.”
“All right then,” Marisela said. “What do you want me to do?”
“Give me a moment to connect with the lay lines running through your body,” Edmund said.
“Well, now I feel like an idiot,” Marisela said. “I hope this works.”
“Me too,” Edmund admitted. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready for years,” Marisela said.
“Then…. NOW!”
“What…!” Marisela began as the blast of magic force struck her in the gut.
She stood transfixed as the glow in her eyes dimmed and the pallor of her skin gave way to the healthy, natural glow of blood pulsing beneath her skin.
She opened her mount to take a deep breath of air, revealing teeth remarkably devoid of points.
“You did it!” she exclaimed. “The vampirism is gone. I’m truly alive!”
Edmund looked more relieved than pleased. But her joy was infectious, and he couldn’t help smiling back at her. “I’m glad it worked,” he said.
“The curse is broken. I feel amazing. I can’t wait to tell Brock! We can have a family at last! Thank you. Thank you so much!” She threw herself at him and wrapped him in a tight hug.
“You’re welcome,” Edmund said puffed. “Enjoy the rest of your life.”
I haven’t felt much like writing, but I’m playing like crazy. Hopefully this breaks the most recent block.
I managed the funeral using Ani’s “Have Coffee With Me,” following a tutorial she posted on YouTube long ago about staging a community meeting. The University podium has great animations, but I wish sims would spontaneously sit down and listen without the unwieldy lecture all tables.