#tiona

One would think that Tiona's biggest point of pride was her work. The years, upon years, of books. Of various kinds, expanding across all forms of literature. Expanding across different names, aliases. Fans of many generations searching for her.

Reaching for her.

It was a close…third. The second closest point of pride was the kindred she considered her childe, Leon, and his adopted childer. A very, horrifically close second.

Other things have happened over her nearly six hundred and fifty years on this earth.

How often she changed "hands" was uncountable. The battles she led lost to time for most. The others that'd fall, begging, immeasurable. How she hid so well among the cities she began to call home is unknowable. How she still hides, writing her stories. Watching her little family interact, grow. One would think that Tiona's biggest point of pride was her work.