I like to think there's small ways the people in your order remember Sieran, Forgal and Tybalt
Maybe it's whispers agents who will subtly always buy you a glass of apple cider, or salute with their left paws when you pass by in that 'look and you'll miss' it way of their order.
Maybe some of the more 'out and proud' agents, lurking at the base or in the Pact, refer to you with a nod of "Lightbringer Rightpaw", or charr regard you as the living gladium of a three-person warband. Maybe yourself and Demmi had apples tattooed on your left shoulders
Maybe norn refer to you as Forgalson/dottir/kin and Vigil soldiers add "Warmaster" to that title, or leave trinkets in your honour to any shrines of Ox; letting the spirit know it's last shaman's grandchild is still going strong. Maybe there's a norn tattoo of an ox inked across your body, horns up, eyes bright. Almorra still refers to you as "Forgal's cub" no matter how many points you have on the old man.
Sylvari regard you with wonder, and speak of your teachings in the Dream - Sieran's become a figure of lore, a teacher even beyond her life, of sacrifice and heroism and the importance of being yourself.
Some call you her final lesson, other Magister's still call you her Novice, largely if you're caught daydreaming or trip over a stack of books. You're almost sick of the plant puns, calling you her root, or her petal still floating on the wind. There's a small club for romance novel enthusiasts that call themselves "the Cycle of Sieran", with your permission, who cover their hands over their hearts and smile when you pass.
