Photo albums, hardly see them in use recent years.

Pictured (left to right): Vin, Tia, Arly, Ranewen, Phillon, Tsubomi, Kasan

Ignoring the implications of certain elements of the picture for the moment, what I finally present is a family photo of Arly's little clan, represented now in full furry glory, mostly detached from their beginnings in Everquest but roughly ending in the same positions.

Phillon was a mighty bull from the northern highlands of a quaint little village, home to many of his kind. Oddly enough, he was the shortest of his clansmen, towering barbarian builds that they were, and decided to venture the world to expand his mind beyond that of his families understanding. In his travels, he met a reindeer in uniform, Ranewen, and despite their obvious differences, the two grew attached. When Ranewen returned with Phillon to his homelands, the soldier was met with resistance as they thought her unworthy of the bloodline. Ranewen found herself wrestling each member of the family into submission until finally competing against the strongest, Grammy Yuka, who promptly threw her off a cliff... Climbing back up, Ranewen continued the fight and found herself victorious and her and Phillon married. Not long after, their first daughter was born, Arlyurl. Raising their precious daughter together, they found she had an adventurous spirit just like her father, who gave her full support in going out on her own to live her own life, which needs little other explanation. While she was away though, the two however had another daughter, Tsubomi, whom through what both parents supposed was a generational skip in genes was born a unicorn.

Years later, when Arly finally returned to see her family, she was surprised to find her newly discovered sister already had a child of her own as well. Ranewen, displeased with her eldest daughters unspeakably long abscense, vowed to keep a tight eye on her, and ever since the two have managed to argue on nearly every front.

Returning to the element obviously featured, even the picture itself seems to be a few years old, and as the tears slowly fills her eyes, Arly misses the father who supported her spirit, even as she returned decades later. Regrets that she had not the wisdom to spend more time with her family well within her, but she promises herself to be more aware and care on her father's supportive knowledge.

For those who vaguely watched me start this piece, my apologies it ends on a sour note. But for all of Arly's history, I saw no way of avoiding it. Even as I write this, I'm tearing up thinking of my own father, who Phillon is heavily based upon. Sorry.