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Adi’va von Narld, a second child of the von Narld clan was born into a relatively nice retainers household. Her early days were spent being pampered by family and doted on by an older brother. Lars was four years older than Adi’va and made it his mission to protect her from most things. A scary shadow in the night, the neighbors terrifying cockatrice (slightly large rooster), and most importantly, other boys. It was a moderately fouled experience that ended up with Adi’va hanging out with kids older than her and following her brother around as the group got up to no good. Whenever the small band got caught, Adi’va’s small nature and pretty face were often the first line of defense. Who could stay mad at a tiny girl who was just trying to have fun? No one, that’s who! It was a perfect system for two summers before people caught wind of how it worked and everyone suffered dinners without deserts.

As the girl grew old enough and her brother had already started to receive training to be a handy man, Adi’va was being instructed in how to care for her lady. She was to be a lady in waiting for the nearby Mars villa. It was a tenuous situation but if it worked they country would have a new connection and be able to protect itself. The Ilmayer duchy needed some sort of place to retreat to, hence the villa within Musique. For Adi’va it was a huge turn of events as she went from being free, to a caged bird. Made to look nice, but not out shine the Ilmayer princess she would be working with. The child hated it and raged against her teachings. This was unfair! It was cruel, why should she have to learn to take care of some pampered pillow, while her friends got to listen to music?!

The truth of the matter was revealed to Adi’va, her family had lacked a child of magic for at least three generations. Once they had been considered nobles, though fallen still respected. The Narld family now was treated well but lacked the status it once had. How trite, how vile, how completely un-fairy like of Musique! All complaining earned was more lessons. Days and weeks broke down the spirit of Adi’va, relenting to learn these new tasks. Needlepoint, washing, cleaning, dressing, and etiquette. Adi’va felt like a doll being trained to only present a fake smile. It wouldn’t be until she met the insufferable Vima Ilmayer that she thought otherwise. This brat was the deffiniton of a doll with a silver spoon stuck up her a**. The first three months were not kind to either child. Adi’va did everything to be maliciously compliant and Vima sent her on ridiculous tasks. Go fetch an egg from that lizard, give me milk made from hand crushed nuts, make that tree produce fruit. Through trickery and a quick wit, Adi’va managed not to get fired.

Following years Vima and Adi’va tolerated each other. On a few occasion they even chatted cordially. Time spent apart helped heal wounds but the two mostly still acted like oil and water. Animosity aside, Adi’va learned how to handle Vima, scolding her in clever ways, directing her to try something new when frustrated, and introduced the princess to making her own dolls. Neither would admit this might be what friendship is, both considering themselves a child of importance and needing to present themselves as better than they were. However there were two major problems to this facade. Walter il Palatos and Lars von Narld.

Walter was a butler for the Ilmayer family and attended to most of the day to day operations of the villa. He had been a swords master of some renown according to other staff members before he lost his dominant eye. His technique was fabulous, and he often had a great and calming presence over most of the staff. He respected everyone and treated them as a large family, regardless of where they came from. Worst of all, the most unforgivable thing there was, he had well toned, lithe, proportioned muscles that the sun itself blessed with sweat and tone. In the eyes of Adi’va, he was hot. Walter was the girls first real crush. She had fondness of a few other boys but not in the way her heart fluttered and words failed her around Walter. So what if he was married, he could get divorced, he might not even really like the woman. It was Vima who noticed this first and used it to all sorts of evil ends tormenting Adi’va.

On the other hand there was Lars, her stupid older brother had asked Walter to train him. ‘Make him a man’, whatever that testosterone bullshit was. Though it did afford the princess and her lady in waiting opportunity to watch the sparing sessions on occasion. Despite the teasing that went on between the Vima and Adi’va, with both of them growing older there were more talks on procedure, and politics entering both of their lives. Adi’va was handed more responsibility over new lady’s in waiting, and Vima was given a stricter education. Vima apparently had a potency for bows and ranged weapons. She was encouraged to practice often, and Adi’va would watch the power slowly develop her eyes and what looked like some unladylike muscles in her arms. While the first lady in waiting may not have been overly fond of her princess, the insecurity was not one she was to tease. Especially after she had recently gotten such a great topic to finally harass her mistress about.

Princess and lady in waiting, their friendship was odd but a long time coming. Animosity they had for each other didn’t fade but went through a strange metamorphosis to where teasing was met with rebuttals on both sides. Though neither knew it, the pair seen laughing together was a treasure to those in the villa. It seemed that Vima’s life was tough back home and she rarely had fun. Here, Adi’va perhaps a friend unbound by political restraints coaxed out feelings and hopes the princess had forgotten about. To the folly of both women as they faced one of their greatest weaknesses, cooking. Vima had never done it in her life and Adi’va had grown accustom to eating whatever the estate chef prepared. When the pair of them decided that Vima had to make something to give Lars, and a letter simply would be improper… food was their next idea. It was a miserable experience that left both crying, and then laughing. How could neither of them cook? How was Vima so bad she burned water? How could Adi’va melt a pan and a pot together? All they could do was laugh at it. Lars would get some nice lemon water from Vima, but that was the extent the duo’s attempt for awhile.

Years crept on and it would soon be time Vima to have her proper introduction to noble society. Adi’va worked hard to arrange staff and what Vima would need to do. It was during this time that Adi’va awoke to the magic that lied dormant all these years. Maestro seemed rather weak but suited to supporting others. Adi’va did not know who to trouble with her newfound talent and the troubles it caused. Some people over worked themselves, while others became lethargic. Oration was a skill Adi’va had picked up to help manage all of Vima’s requests, but up till now there hadn’t been a magical influence on people. She had to say something but was afraid to tell her family lest they expect great things from her. She really could only tell Vima, but… that would change their relationship and possibly standing. Adi’va wanted a better life for her family, for herself some day but right now Vima was in a tenuous position.

Though the young lady in waiting was adamant nothing was wrong, though using Walter, and some choice drinks, Vima was able to coax out of her friend what troubled her. Vima was going to be a princess and took some of that responsibility to heart for her friend. If she was to have subjects with problems, what about her friends? The problem now was what would the three of them do about it? It wasn’t a question that could be answered in the moment, so the three sat in silence thinking, sipping wine, and trading a story here and there about life. It was mostly Walter telling the two ladies to be about hardships he had faced. As Walter was in the middle of his fourth tale, Vima cut him off, either having heard it before or she was bored of it. Though she did have good reason in her mind, a brilliant idea had come to her. This terminology usually meant a lot of work for everyone but Adi’va was in no state to protest and simply nodded her head. Adi’va could simply share the stage with Vida in her coming of age ceremony. Do a two for one. She wouldn’t be nobility but her magic, Maestro had potential. There would be a wide variety of nobles form Musique that might take notice of her. Vima, who was very pleased with this idea looked to the other two for comment. Walter stuttered, and Adi’va passed out from shock.

There was no stopping it. Part of the chaos kept Adi’va from really protesting as she was entwined in Vima’s whims and classes. Another part of Adi’va enjoyed the prospect of standing some day as a closer equal to Vima. Then there was the fear, the deep sinking insecurity that lingered within all hearts. Was she good enough? The ambivalent dissonance did not help Adi’va develop her powers. If anything she learned how to turn them off faster. A small step in the right direction. And with Maestro being muted she would hopefully never see war. Before any of her insecurities was learning how to walk with a book balanced on her head. It was stupid but seeing as Vima could balance several and curtsy with them, Adi’va knew it was possible. It wouldn’t be long before Lars caught wind of what was going on and Adi’va had to have a talk with her parents about the scheme she was caught up in. Mortified and supportive of their daughter, Yakim and Uswalto gave their daughter a hesitant blessing to try this play. If it worked Adi’va might be picked up by nobility… the family house would once again have a title.

On the day before the ceremony Vima and Adi’va both giddy, both excited and frightened of what might be. It was on this day, that Lars, stupid, stupid Lars said he loved Vima, wanted to marry her, and would do anything for her. Adi’va who had possibly witnessed a late night rendezvous or two, but ignored them was shocked. Her brother, he may be daft, strong, and some of the town fold found him attractive for some reason, was asking a noble, a princess to elope. Adi’va was in shock. Vima on the other hand just cried. The former lady in waiting sent her brother away, barring him from the estate grounds on account of ladies needing to prepare. Vima might have held genuine feelings for Lars from what Adi’va could see… but she had a responsibility to her house and country of Mars. Twas a wretched thing. Neither friend had real words the rest of the day, instead a mix of tears, running, and a hefty dose of chocolate were employed.

On the big day itself, time seemed to stand still for Adi’va. Vima was blindingly brilliant. A satin dress contrasted her platinum hair, bringing out chartreuse eyes. It worked well on Vima’s fair skin. Adi’va on the other hand was forced into a lavender dress, and a yellow ribbon held up her black hair. Her tanned skin popped out from the dress. Adi’va had never done something like this and was clearly nervous as the pair waited in a sitting room on the second floor. Vima seeing this made some crass jokes and faces that forced Adi’va to laugh, but she couldn’t really laugh because how tight the corset was. This devolved into Vima laughing, but suffering the same fate. A pair of noble looking girls stifled out chuckles between gasping for air. The rest of the day was a blur for Adi’va. Vima was introduced first, and Adi’va vaguely recalls being introduced and instinctively using Maestro to control her own movements. A few nobles took note of her and she danced well enough.

Life was drastically different for Adi’va from that day forward. She spent some days attending to Vima, but many of them were now focused on training and receiving courtship calls from a handful of nobles. Many of the higher nobility never gave Adi’va a second look but those that could afford to stand on less ceremony certainly had an eye on her, or at least her power. Maestro was developing day by day, and seemed linked directly to the arts. A few nobles that Adi’va would eventually bar from seeing her seemed interested only in the power and not the scared woman behind it. Vima had insisted with her parents that Adi’va be able to hold ‘court’ at the villa and use it to receive guests. It might not be a proper noble house but it was better than the von Narld small defunct estate. Vima grilled Adi’va every day on who was cute, who was responsible, and who her prince charming was. It may have started out as some light teasing, but turned into a good set of critical thinking skills for Adi’va.

Years passed while Adi’va was formally courted by Earl Aritudinis. He was a bit older than her and seemed genuinely interested in her. Vima would spend less and less time at the villa each year, her own responsibilities growing as she became more involved politically with Mars affairs. The pair would turn to writing each other more often, sharing ideas and concerns with each other. Earl Aritudinis would also lend a hand and shoulder for Adi’va to lean on as she stepped into noble society. A ball one month, tea parties the next. Receiving a myriad education from new tutors and on new perspectives, Adi’va spent most of her time away from her family. The experience was both liberating and confining for her. She was discovering things about herself and the world that she never knew. For example that it was really, extremely hard to melt a cast iron skillet, and that you should never wash said skillet with soap! Learning how to cook was also a nice bonus.

Adi’va was not the first to admit it, but Earl Ian la Aritudinis was a clever man. He acted aloof most of the time while playing the role of noble. Quietly he used this attitude to better those around him, encouraging them to learn more, do more, and be happy. His house had it’s problems but the man himself was charming. She wasn’t sure it was the heart throbbing love of her youth, but he made her feel safe. When he offered his hand in marriage to her she accepted without hesitation. He was not the perfect man, but those ideals had shifted with time. Ian was a good man, and for her that was what mattered. The proposal did make her feel giddy inside, butterflies in her stomach as a good sign. There was some disagreement over what venue to use for the wedding itself. Ian was more traditional in mind and wanted the event to be had within a church. Adi’va wanted it to be an outdoor wedding at the villa. The pair went back and forth on the idea for a few weeks before settling that the official ceremony would be at a countryside church, and the reception would be outdoors.

The wedding itself was without incident as was the several weeks that followed. Having married in and become a Countess, Adi’va was well on her way up. Rather she was content, her family was given a little bit of land to live on and manage, Lars was recognized as a knight, protector of the kingdom, and Vima was peppering the newlywed for every little detail of her life. It was nice. Nothing really prepared her though for Ian’s parents. They wanted a grandchild desperately. There may have been some political reason behind it, but it wasn’t talked about openly with Adi’va. Being newlywed she wasn’t against it, but also was just enjoying the newfound freedoms nobility had to offer. She could attend high society events, talk with others who were well versed in music and art, and slowly, ever so slowly come to master Maestro. The magic was almost too versatile to handle. It would likely take her the rest of her life to fully understand the magic and what it could do. Between her studies, in-laws, and Vima, the days turn to months and years.

Four years later, as Vima was getting ready for her own wedding to a Prince of Musique, Adi’va had accepted that she wanted a child. People were beginning to make small rumors about her and Ian. While the pair didn’t mind them, rumors were baseless, both sets of parents were concerned. The von Narld’s needed an heir to continue managing their fief, and the li Aritudinis wanted to establish some claim. The catalyst event for Adi’va though had to be Vima’s wedding. Her friend, life long at this point was going to be caught up in affairs of two states, and she wanted some one else to love. Ian was wonderful, but Vima couldn’t be replaced. Perhaps the hole she left could be filled with a child. It wasn’t the best line of thought, but it made sense to Adi’va. It would have been a peaceful life, maybe even an ideal life if Vima hadn’t disappeared.

On the day of her wedding, Vima vanished without much of a trace. All parties had said their good lucks, Adi’va was there supporting her friend, and while she wasn’t the maid of honor for political reasons, the woman was her closest advisor. Adi’va used her knowledge of Vima and Maestro to conduct people, move them along tasks and set the tempo for what should have been a mythical ceremony. Months of planning, weeks of preparation, days of slaving away making sure everything would be perfect, even highering some mages from other countries to ‘make’ the perfect day. In the middle of it all, Vima went missing. The only report, the only public fact that anyone knew was a knight from Musique had arrive with an urgent message for Vima. Some suspect the knight spirited away the bride to be. Others suspected Mars subterfuge, a once peaceful event turned a new base of conflict between the two nations.

Vima had not left nothing behind, and her letter arrived to Adi’va one month later after she had just been informed she was with child. Of course it had been Lars. Lars in his stupid, brotherly way had made the pitch of freedom, true freedom to Vima to come with him. Adi’va who was just now understanding the strain on nobility that came with it’s luxuries only barely comprehended the choice. At least logically. Emotionally she knew what that feeling was like, to be with some one that made your heart soar, and filled with excitement. She had that feeling now about her unborn child. Adi’va chose to burn the letter, showing it to no one and swearing to at least protect her friends choice. She may not have fully agreed with the decision, but she respected it. Being happy meant different things to different people, and for Adi’va her happiness was protecting the future of this child. Vima would always be special to her, but maybe not as special whoever would soon star kicking her.

Raising one child was challenging. The three others that came after made for a cacophony at home. Initially Adi’va blushed when talking about Ian’s ‘drive’. Ririn, Folta, Ontarb, and Shurf made home life if nothing else, never dull. Adi’va found herself using Maestro often throughout the day just to urge children into the right line. The family was well situated in their estate, but found the need twice to expand for children and staff to manage them. Adi’va was the only one able to sort out the most heinous of accusations of stuffed animals and who put mud into the soap dispensers. Her children may not have liked her all the time, but they did love their mother. It was during one of the more hectic days at the estate where Adi’va was managing most of the manor with the help of Maestro that a visiting noble took note of how the staff worked together, the children's chaos had an alluring melody to it and even the birds chirped in time. He exclaimed as much to Ian, it was an incredible coincidence that his house was just blessed with harmony admits day to day life.

While not the proper name of her ability, Adi’va was soon dubbed Spontaneous Symphony. There were times when walking through town, or visiting other estates that a small near melody or harmony of sounds would line up. They were subtle, quiet things yet recognizable as Adi’va’s influence on the world around her. Ian would encourage her to try out for actual conducting in music halls soon after. Adi’va never had a talent for performing music, but with how she managed people, her own talent and the unruly gremlins that she sometimes begrudgingly acknowledged as her spawn, the woman had a good ear for things. It was while Adi’va practiced her craft, actual conducting, and managing her house that Adi’va talent for magic bloomed. She became a real attraction across the fiefdom. The woman who would weave life into a sonnet or bring the most out of a symphony. More that her new found fame, Adi’va was finally able to connect with her children. All of them had natural talent, a form of magic present in their veins since their birth. Their mother, now had something to relate to them with.

Children grow up faster than expected. As Adi’va was preparing instructions for a newly commissioned conductor, her eldest asked her about love. It had come up before, romance, magic, her own abridged love story with Ian. This however was different. It wasn’t love that the mother saw in her child's eye, but lust. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Talks about sex, about morality, and choices that came from it. One after the other her children would ask her for advice, how to talk to some one they loved, how to adore another person, and how it was wrong to use their abilities to lure their potential lover into candle lit hall filled with aphrodisiacs (Ontarb, looking at you). It was also at this time that Ian had started to drift away from Adi’va. They still loved each other, and cared for each other but the insatiable drive in him left him out some nights. Adi’va had enjoyed his wild side, and hoped that as they grew old together it would mellow out. It wasn’t to be the case.

Adi’va had watched Ian on several occasions at gatherings talking to younger woman. Adi’va wasn’t that old and could still handle her husband but his desire ran deeper than she knew. Adi’va had maybe in bliss overlooked her husbands time helping out maids while she was raising their children. Rose colored glasses and the safety she had felt were being whittled away with every passing day. The countess knew she had to establish herself with nobel society if she was to survive her husbands adultery. With newfound determination, Adi’va made friends, formed connections and sought out positions of influence within both the political and artistic worlds. Her magic and skilled oration found her much sought after for advice or just simply to keep a conversation moving. As she worked more and her children grew, the gap in the family became apparent to them. Some of her children blamed their mothers overzealous attitude to work for making the rift, others sided with her seeing their father for who he was.

It was a terrible time in their lives when Adi’va through connections and evidence gathered by knights stripped her husband of his title. She had married into nobility, and was essentially stealing his worth. Perhaps this had been the reason why Ian’s parents had wanted a grandchild so soon. They still held their own titles and their grandchildren were safe. Adi’va was a tool, a means to an end for securing their own position in nobility. They took Ian back in with his current lover and it made visiting grandparents awkward. Thought the estate flourished, kids were starting to consider romances of their own, a deep depression grappled with Adi’va’s outlook on life. All that she had done and was doing for her children and country felt hallow. What was the purpose, well other than making sure her kids were happy, in supporting this travesty. Hiding her emotions and continuing on with life was what Adi’va decided was the best course of action. Wind up into a little box so others might not wound her again.

Two events broke the countess out of her slump. The first was the birth of her first grandchild. When Folta had gotten married it genuinely made Adi’va happy, but not enough to break the slump. Seeing new life, life that made her daughter genuinely happy made Adi’va happy too. It was simple really, she was in positions of influence to make changes now, for her family, for her mother and father who lived quietly in the villa Vima once resided in, and for her children’s children. A career woman starting at 52 years old had a lot to give to the country, more than they could know. She never directly applied to be in the military but her magic was interesting to them. While visiting a few training grounds as a potential sponsor and instructor in magic, Adi’va came across a young man who’s platinum blond hair and chartreuse eyes caught her attention. A commoner with traces of her best friend. The military man Bishop, was of immediate interest.

When Adi’va was able to get a moment alone with the Sargent, she grilled him unapologetically about his parents. It took a few minutes to get him to open up, but offering names and descriptions now 20 years old of what Lars and Vima looked like, Bishop folded. Vima was still alive, Lars had been killed in action during a skirmish with Luna. Musique rarely fought but did have to defend itself it seemed. While Adi’va lamented her brothers death, she wasted no time reuniting with her long lost friend. Roles reversed, Vima living with her few children and as a commoner compared to how they had met originally. Adi’va extended a hand to her friend and when she gingerly accepted, was forced to move into the estate Adi’va now ran. They weren’t quite lovers, each with a family of their own but they cared for each other.

Adi’va however would be employed by nobel houses and the courts to mediate disturbances and offer insight to managing affairs. The woman, through her life had been building up a perspective, trained and deliberate on how to organize large scale events, her own fiefdom, and was now being asked to look at the same problems on a kingdom level. She was included in strategy meetings, her tempo allowing others to flourish and think critically. She was brought in for financial affairs and where to find money where a trade deal might be bad for a nobel. Her efforts and work ethic would eventually earn her the attention of Musique's King. For now, he kept an eye on the woman who’s whims and insight could sway public opinion but didn’t do anything about her. Adi’va was helping the kingdom, and she kept mostly to herself. Her family shared portions of her drive and with their numbers increasing day by day, in another few generations they would represent a sizable clan if not rival other high ranking merchants and nobles for their roles.

Children moved into their own affairs and Adi’va was eventually recognized publicly for her contributions to Musique, and awarded the rank of Marchioness. The new title afforded Adi’va more freedom and her clan honorific was updated to li from la. An archaic change, but one that suited Adi’va as her name was finally her own. There were also new responsibilities that came with the title. Though older than normal, Adi’va had started to receive military training. If she was to be an asset to the kingdom, she should at least know how to properly defend herself. It was during this time that Adi’va started to truly turn Maestro inward toward herself. Her understanding of the ability and how it effected her started to sink in, and though late Adi’va started to use the power to slow her aging process. Through military training, and with her own perspective in originating large affairs, Adi’va soon found herself consulted on military matters as well.

At home, Vima and Adi’va got on like oil and water, but each had their own needs. Vima was back to being a princess, while not in name in expectations, and Adi’va had almost none of it. They bickered, they fought, accused each other of eating the last pickle. Standard shenanigans between friends. Most evenings the pair would share a glass of wine or whisky depending on the day. Vima filled Adi’va in on Mars military strategies she had memorized in return for Adi’va making the night pass quietly. While Vima’s child married outside of the family initially, their grandchildren married making Vima and Adi’va, after nearly 60 years of friendship, officially related. No one could know the mixed blood flowing in this child's veins, but it likely wouldn’t be discovered. Adi’va had sway over parts of the nation and Vima had learned how to hide well. They did have to move however, with new stations came new land. Adi’va had a large estate made to her exact specifications. It was mostly gardens and open air theaters with a small manse off to one side. Recessed within these gardens was a hidden grotto and simple house on the lake that Adi’va now resided in. Vima had her own residence but the pair often stayed at this small lakefront house. Stars reflecting in the water.

When war, not the most recent war but a serious incursion into Musique broke out, for the first time Adi’va was summoned to participate. She could refuse, but the position and implication included in the summons was an offer she realistically had the option to ignore. The royal house of Musique had done some digging, suggesting that they may have to look more into the woman who stayed with Adi’va if she did not help them. It was not something that Adi’va like but understood the play. She would negotiate a hefty price for their manipulation but for now Adi’va played her part well. Advisor to the Throne. Versed in managing resources, military might, and directly able to influence those with Maestro put her in a prime place to serve her nation. Her words would sway the nation, and behind closed doors they did. Meetings and official gatherings were managed by Adi’va. She pointed out flaws in logistics and how enemies might take advantage of the kingdoms generosity. There was only a single time Adi’va was deployed to the front lines, and it was at her request.

Prior to her request, a raiding force from Luna, intended to strike supply lines had attacked a hamlet en route, hoping to draw forces or some reaction away from the front line. At least that is what Adi’va rationalized it as. Emotionally, the attack was devastating. Her great grandchild had just been born in the hamlet, her grandson crippled for life trying to save his family. A wrath of emotions swept through the woman. Her family was a sacred thing, her family was special. They, apart from Lars, were not involved in direct action. Some may help with artisanal armor and weapons. Others found their talents as nobles managing fiefdoms. It was unacceptable, inexcusable behavior to murder non-combatants. A self indignant righteous fury burned in Adi’va for the first time since childhood. She had to be right, she had to be correct or Luna was beyond saving, their people savages. With her mind clouded with hate, the woman demanded she be deployed to an important skirmish that might see the tides of the war turn.

The aftermath was horrific. Adi’va rarely wielded her power directly at the enemy, instead empowering and ensnaring the entire field in her score. With vigor and hate Adi’va conducted the route of enemy forces. Maestro drawing upon fear and anger from both sides to be more effective. The one would be assassin against Adi’va was taken with a flick of her wrist. No more than a heartbeat in the full 3 hour battle. Left behind were crushed dreams and bodies on both sides. While Adi’va had ensured a 90% reduction of enemy forces, Musique's side even with her guidance was wounded. Perhaps the most menacing part of the entire event was the dust that remained. A resonance had returned man to dust, high vibrations, frequency, whatever the enemy interpreted as was likely close to the truth. Maestro had robbed them of their lingering prowess to fuel the conductors rage. Adi’va waded through the carnage taking in what she had wrought and was only sickened by it. This was supposed to have helped her, but only left her feeling empty. She could fight, she could have been a tactical weapon if she hailed from Mars. As it stood all she saw in the mummified faces of partially ravaged bodies, where shadows of her dead family.

Adi’va returned to help rear lines and management of assets, but the zeal in her withered by the day. She had personally wiped out lives without thought or care on the battlefield. She may not have directly struck many down personally, but her influence had created a dissonance between life and death. In everything Adi’va did to aid the war effort she found herself torn. Vima saw the stress that Adi’va was under and concealed her and recusing herself from wartime efforts. She could find some other way to be a help to the kingdom. There were a wide variety of plans and ways Adi’va could go about her petition to nobility but ultimately, Adi’va chose to forgo plans to not support Musique. She was a tough gal. She might not be a military person or comfortable with those that could kill easily, but maybe she could find a way to at least lessen the suffering of people. With that goal in mind, Adi’va continued her service.

When the wars cam to a standstill, an armistice to be exact Adi’va was given the position of Duchess and named a Royal Advisor. Behind the scenes Adi’va negotiated the destruction of all evidence that Vima existed and in return she would help nurture the next generations of Musique. Her time slowed and aging slower, in a similar fashion to Chronos abilities, Adi’va was sure to outlive several generations and would influence the world with lore and history. This came at two great sacrifices. Many of her children would likely die before her, they were growing old and their families would soon take up a sizable portion of Musique's territory. Not all of them were nobles, with many choosing artisanal life over the restraints placed upon them. The second was her lifelong friend Vima. Vima was growing old and sickly. Adi’va could slow her own tempo down but it wasn’t the same for Vima. Possible with more time and training, always more of Maestro to master but it wouldn’t be soon enough.

Instead Adi’va through her connections and influence managed to bring a friendly individual from Sisca to her estate. She hadn’t told Vima about this and when her grand plan of asking if Vima wanted to be a spirit for a while was sprung, Vima was furious. She was dying, she had made peace with that. Now that Adi’va was scared of losing her she wanted to turn her into some sort of floating wraith that hung around and bugged Adi’va? She wouldn’t be able to see Lars? Well, after the initial outburst and refusing to talk for a week, all of her complaints sounded like stellar ideas. On the one condition that when Adi’va died she would grant her title to their grand child. In a heartbeat Adi’va agreed. Without much ceremony or pop, Vima’s soul was released from her body and Adi’va was given a charm so she could interact with it. Vima, now free of her aging form and able to float about would be an active source to pester her friend as she aged.

There was not a fancy funeral for Vima, but the clan did gather to mourn the loss of one so close to Adi’va. It was no help to the elderly woman that throughout the entire set of speeches, Vima’s ghost corrected all of the ‘facts’ with her own interpretation. It was all Adi’va could do not to laugh. Many mistook the shuddering for holding back tears. With her childhood friend unbound and with nothing better to do than to suggest mischief, Adi’va found herself returned to the days in the villa. Both now had decades of experience on how to be a little bit silly in the best of ways. Even during Adi’va’s time in the palace occasionally instructing or helping to manage the complex life of royalty from behind the scene she would often encourage the youngest generation to break free of the molds placed on them. Freedom was the most important thing to Adi’va, and these children bound by procedure needed to taste it if they were to understand the responsibility placed on them.

When the next war broke out, Adi’va took a rear seat in support. She would help to prevent the kingdoms collapse but her job was mostly done. She had guided the next generation to do what they thought best and secure a future for themselves. As quickly as the conflict started it was over. When a letter arrived inviting Adi’va to come to Utopia, the old bat cackled at it. There would always be new generations in need of a little push or shove in the right direction. It might not always be peace, but it would be what helped them grow. Cane in one hand, cast iron skillet in the other, Adi’va made for her next adventure. Though she quickly turned around when Vima pointed out she didn’t know where she was going. Maybe one of her great grandchildren could take her… or where they great great grandchildren now? Adi’va had long claimed to only be in her 80’s but many have disputed this and argued over her age, though none have confronted her directly.