Albia’s First Tragic Death

I have kept my visits to Albia relatively short lately, simply because I know that the inevitable passing of the first generation was just around the corner. Fortunately, the youngest members were far from finished! I captured a wonderful image that brought together many elements of the Norn population. Eydis cuddled up near the fire like a little old lady seeking warmth. Folkvar wandered towards her, watching over the eldest female with a watchful eye. They had shared a short romance at one point, and it was fitting to see them together. Nordis, Ranulf, and Kari found their way to the area near the learning machine with a little help from me! All of the other males had limited fertility, and I was determined to ensure that a few more eggs were produced. It took several tries, but Nordis and Ranulf finally created an egg! I was ecstatic to see that the gene pool would remain diverse with the continuation of the Santa Norn. And, of course, that these Norns would be able to have some children of their own.

A second group of Norns made their home on the desert island. Keir seemed alarmed by the disturbance, and he took to traveling back and forth across the ocean time and time again! It was actually a good thing: Ingelill came down with another illness, and I struggled to keep her quarantined. Although she came in contact with several others, thankfully the bacteria never left her side. Bera, Dagny, and Truett seemed to be enjoying life to the fullest. They shared one honeypot amongst themselves, and also synchronized their sleeping schedules! Truett was a bit left out, though: Perhaps he thought that sharing a honeypot was unsanitary, for he stopped eating. His life force was still hovering around 60%, but I expected that I would need to separate him and bring him a meal.

What happened next was desperately sad. I checked in on some of the other Norns, and noticed that Kari had become pregnant by Ranulf! I was mainly checking in on Signe, who had just enjoyed a carrot. Suddenly, I heard a whimpering cry and all of kits closed. Beside a happy Norn who had become her friend, Signe passed away. I was truly saddened by her death: It was coincidental that I was checking in on her when she died. It was nice to be there with her when the final moment came after 9 hours and 54 minutes of life. Although it was peaceful, in no way did that lessen the melancholy feeling.

Kari was distressed when she awoke: She refused to take her eyes off of Signe, and it looked like she was just waiting for her to wake up from a nap. The look on Kari’s face mirrored the sadness that I felt. Signe was born with multiple mutations, including one which left her completely infertile. She never received the gift of an egg, nor would she live on through a child. When I learned of her unusual conditions, I made it a priority to keep her an important and loved creature in Albia. Signe was quite independent, and traveled to many regions with the Norns she came to know as her family. It was an easy decision to dedicate the egg Kari was carrying to Signe: She touched the lives of many, and I knew that she would be remembered. Farewell Signe, and rest peacefully.

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