#atarnielstarter

Atarniel had always been his favourite daughter, they hadn't met but Ulthar talked abut her endlessly. "Your father always said you were creative, that Larry story you wrote was a thing of beauty. Did you meet One Direction? How did you come up with that?" Ganymede wasn't particularly creative, and he wasn't very bright, but he was very pretty. He'd learned to read because of her. "I hope you're taking breaks though, staring at a screen all day is going to put a lot of strain on your vessel's eyes."

"Atarniel, right? A divination spell told me I could find you here." Marco had inquired a bit about family and apparently Sariel had at least one sibling that she hadn't tried to kill recently. Family was complicated though, the man who'd raised him had tried to sacrifice him in a ritual murder so that was a thing. "I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me, I thought we could get to know each other." He suddenly felt really stupid, "Sorry, um, I'm Marco she's- we're." He shrugged and just sort of smiled sheepishly at the request, "What do you say?"