Toddler Years

In the past, I have always wondered what it would be like to be completely in charge of a young life. I never imagined I would get the chance to know what such a thing was like so early in life considering that elves rarely marry before their first millennium, let alone have children. With me being only a little over 400-years-old, I truly am an outlier. At some points I wish I had though to ask someone to come along with me. Surely one of my friends would have been kind enough to join me through this trial. Then there are other times where I am glad I am alone. I couldn't have stood to have anyone see me in the condition I was after Rodney and I had our encounter. Yes, for now, being alone is alright. I feel as if things have been moving more smoothly recently anyway. I am rapidly growing accustomedto doing everything by myself. There is also more time to sleep, and it is beyond fun to interact with Elrunamir. I've begun teaching him how to talk.

I am more determined to get him to progress more on getting him to do his business by himself though. When I used to help watch over the young children back at home, I always left the nasty work to the mothers. I have had my share of days, mostly when playing with Eloril, where I would come home covered in dirt and earth. The dirtiness that young children get covered in was another matter entirely. I swore years ago I would do everything to deal as little with those messes as possible. Of course, everything has changed now. Little Elrun certainly isn't the one to be doing the cleanup, and I cannot ignore his filthy diapers simply because I find them unpleasant. However, it has been interesting to see my change regarding the matter. I found that I have stopped caring. I take care of each mess without giving them a second thought. Such a change is one of the mysteries of motherhood. I will certainly have a lot more in common with naneth when I return home.

Motherhood

It is amazing how one day can completely change how I think and feel. Only yesterday I thought the scariest thing in the world was how I was going to give birth by myself. Now I am recovering from that, and have found something even more frightful in the passing time. My fear is if I will be able to raise this child of mine properly alone. I have watched over children before, yet their mothers had always been close by. Will I know what to do when Elrunamir is hurting? Will I be able to guide him through life's challenges? Will I even be able to afford what he needs?

Elrun wakes and cries often, but most of the time all he needs is my touch for him to calm down. Honestly, I was unsure of what I would feel for my children when they were born. This task has and always will be undesirable. I might get used to the seducing of men, but I will never enjoy it. Then there's the fact that this child I'm holding is half human. He's half of what I hate the most. He's half of the man who went to sleep with another woman hours after he finished with me.

And yet, Elrun is also half of the people that I love the most. He has the same inside beauty of his namesake, and the same smile of my mother. More importantly than any of that, Elrun is half of me. We look completely different so some moments it's hard to believe we're connected in such a way, but I always know it is true in my heart. He's part of me. That's what I focus on. I love him more than I ever imagined- to the point where I am almost scared at how greatly I adore him.

Pregnancy

I woke up the following morning on the couch. I obviously must have moved there some time during the night, but I couldn't recall ever getting up. That day was a strange day. I ate my breakfast, washed the bedding thoroughly, did some painting, and read a book. I waited and waited for the strong depression I expected to hit me. However, the day was closing before I knew it. The next day was the same. The day after that as well. In fact, the days and weeks began moving by in a blue. It is true that as an immortal I am used to the ages moving past me in the blink of an eye, yet ever since my experience with Rodney it was if I have payed attention to nothing. That night had been awful, but I otherwise felt...normal. Changed and desperate for home, but normal. Each day I simply got up to live what had become my life. Nothing out of routine happened. The only new task I had to face was fixing the objects in my house that suddenly began breaking all the time. It was beyond me how I managed to restore everything to its usual condition. Mostly what I end up doing is fiddling around with the many screws, and the problem resolves itself.

About a month after that night, I received a call from Ms. Bird. Although I originally thought she wasn't someone I wanted to know due to her "career", she has proven to be surprisingly kind and helpful. She was the only one around town I moderately knew as she made a point to call me every other day. Her call was expected, but the information she had for me was not. She was curious if I had heard what was going on with Rodney. I did not know. He had been surprisingly distant. It was a strange change from the polite man I had known. It was Ms. Bird's call that would show me the Rodney I had known was not who he actually was at all. Apparently, he had stated romantic intentions towards a woman named Gracie Loveland. Ms. Bird was stunned her had, for Rodney was known for hopping around from woman to woman. The two had been keeping their secret relationship.

Ms. Bird then revealed to me the date when Rodney had stated his intentions towards this Ms. Loveland. It had been on the same evening when we had spent time together. My heart sank further when Ms. Bird continued talking and I learned Ms. Loveland had been seen shopping for something called "emergency contraceptives" the following morning. When I realized what such a thing was, I understood what the two had been doing. The phone call ended, and I sat down on the couch in despair. I harbored no romantic feelings towards Rodney. There was not the slightest chance that we would ever end up together. However, I was still deeply hurt. His kind manner had only been a trick to convince me to give him what he wanted. He had gotten, and he had moved on. How important our time together had been and what it had meant for me was not a concern of his in the slightest. My emotions and my struggles were insignificant.

Starting the Task

Several days passed, and I found myself relaxing more as I steadily became more accustomed to my surroundings. What also helped was that I discovered it was possible for me to sell the little animal house in the back of my yard that I had no use for. Not only was I able to obtain a fair sum of money for it, but not having to worry about painting so much to earn money allowed me to get out of my house. The town of Appaloosa Plains began opening up to me as I wandered along its streets. To my joyous surprise, I learned the town contained something called a horse park. Many horses were stored there, and there was plentiful room to go for a ride. I eagerly jumped at my first chance to make a trip to such a wonderful sounding location. To be around horses again would certainly raise my spirits. Also, I considered in the back of my mind that I might come across the opportunity of meeting men who had similar interests to me. I really did need to make the acquaintance of  more men than Mr. Donahue.

When I reached the center, it dawned on me why my parents chose to send me to this place. Although much of it was very different from home, I truly was able to find some peace being around all the horses and other animals. However, I wondered for just how long would this town's beauty and serenity be appealing to me. I was not nearly naive enough to think I wouldn't outgrow this place or lose interest. Fate and reality would have everyone and everything around me shift, but I would remain relatively unchanged. I knew what this town could offer me would fade at some point, and I would be stuck if I were to linger.

Frustration

When Mr. Donahue left, he did not stop the story box from working. Considering that I had no idea how he had started it in the first place, how to get it to quiet was an art beyond my understanding. I simply hoped it would go silent if I let it be for long enough. However, even by the time I was preparing to go to bed the thing continued to make its racket. I took a look at what was on the box, but everything was so foreign to me that I didn't dare touch it. For all I knew, the thing could explode if I did something wrong. My attention focused on the rectangle device Mr. Donahue had been previously holding instead. There was a name embossed on it that matched the name on the box. Few of the buttons were labeled, but I decided the large red one might be a good choice. I was right. The box went quiet.

Although I wanted the thing to stop making its noise, the absolute silence that swept over the house was disconcerting. In the elven lands all of the buildings, for the most part, do not have doors, but open archways. There are drapes for when one needs privacy, yet the majority of the time there is very little to separate us from the outside world. I am used to the gentle breeze of wind and sounds of little creatures wafting throughout the halls. The large window in my bed chamber here could not be opened, so I retreated to my bed trying to ignore the engulfing silence. The fear from earlier in the day returned. Though I was more cut off from the world outside here than I was at home, I felt horribly exposed. I don't know why I attempted to rest, for I found little sleep that night. The suffocating silence and unease was part of the problem. It was the terribly uncomfortable bed that was the other issue though. I might have endured less pain if I had slept on the floor instead. It was a true blessing when the sun rose. The warm sunlight was a welcome change from the moonless, cold night sky.

I sighed as I began going about my day. I took a look at the oven machine, but was even more confident I would cause it to explode if I even looked at it the wrong way. Human machines terrify me. I knew I needed to learn how to operate it soon though. I had some cold bread for breakfast, and that and salads for dinner would not be nearly enough to sustain me.

Loneliness

It has been about a week since I left my home. The town that had been chosen for me to reside in is a great distance away from the elven lands. The contact took me there in some contraption called a car, and we traveled at a high speed every day. We only stopped to eat at places called fast food restaurants. Since I had no idea what they offered, the contact ordered for me. I cannot fathom how you humans suffer through such food or much less enjoy it. I quickly learned that the only option I could stomach from those places were the salads they served. Even then I had trouble forcing myself to place that fake food into my mouth. I hoped that normal meals would be less repulsive. Otherwise, I would starve long before I got anywhere close to returning home.

The contact and I stopped at inns to sleep, although he told me they were called hotels here. During our days of driving I had nothing to keep me entertained other than the "music" the contact had playing. It was only noise to me. I thought I was going to lose my mind. Relief actually overcame me when we reached the town- Appaloosa Plains. I expected the human side to be full of desolation and sickened land, but it seemed not everything had been corrupted yet. Though the appearance of the town was strange compared to what I am used to, it was still beautiful nonetheless. The same could not be said for my house.

The Beginning

How did it end up like this? Why did this have to happen to me? I know these questions have gone through the minds of others in worse predicaments than the one I'm facing, but I can't stop them from haunting every moment of my waking existence. I never thought I would be in this kind of situation, but here I am. I know I need to move forward, but all I can think of is the world I left behind...

Etael Family Final Review

My original plan for when the 10th Generation child reached Young Adult age was to bring the rest of heirs back to life with ambrosia and use Young Again Potions on them. That way I could take a nice group shot of all of them together. Unfortunately, with the game crashing issue I experienced that is no longer possible. I'll know next time to save all the Sims to the bin.

This post is a compilation of all the information for the Etael family heirs- traits, favorites, children, name pronunciations, etc.

PGC Update #11 (Etael Family's Last)

Kaet's been having a fun time exploring in the tunnels she's been finding with her miner.

PGC Update #10

Ghost Sirtana appears every so often, and Tuon takes the chance to talk to her whenever he can.

Outside My Window

At my university I have been graced to have an amazing room. It's a suite, and because the room is located on the corner, my roommate and I have two windows while most of the occupants of the building only have one. One window overlooks the gorgeous hills, and the other shows the beautiful town. Many times when it rains there are rainbows, and almost every night we get beautiful sunsets. Here are some pictures I've taken from our room that will hopefully make your day a little bit brighter. Click on the pictures to view them in their full size!

PGC Update #9

As promised, here is a proper picture of Araceli. Isn't she cute?