I was a pure-bred Fennec Fox of the Northlands born into a wealthy House. I received my education from the Great Saber Tooth Tiger scholars of the Reliquary and became the Northland’s foremost architect. My life was planned out in full. An arranged marriage and a proud house was to be my destiny. My prechosen fiance was away fighting the war in the Southlands, a war that had devastated a small town in the West before our forces were able to drive the Sergals we thought were our enemies back. As a token of good faith my people assigned me to oversee the rebuilding of that small town. This was no challenge as the largest race in the West, the Coyotes, were on average a head or two shorter than we Northlandish Fennecs and the rest of the Western races were around half their size or less not including ears of course. A Western Fennec by the name of Tom Alvin Dimir had been appointed by the community to oversee the construction with me on their behalf. My people were hailed as the strongest, yet I had never before seen one work so long and hard without rest or complaint. He treated all, even those not of his own kin, like family and there was never a problem too big or small for him to be willing to drop everything and solve. We had worked closely together from the start of the project and it wasn’t long before I took an interest in him. He was short like all Western Fennecs, the tips of his ears reaching just above my waist when perked, but that did not stop my heart from pounding when he drew near. Something about the kind smile he wore every day no matter his hardships made me feel like I never had before. I was in love, but I did not know if he felt the same way, so in an effort to protect my heart I did not tell him how I felt. When the job was done and the town was rebuilt to grandstanding, I had conceded to leave before the celebration, but he asked if I would accompany him and even had his people’s traditional female clothing made in my size. It was a beautiful dress. The music was wonderful and everyone was so kind, but I could not get Tom out of my head. In an effort to suppress my feelings I had too much to drink. Alcohol makes my people more intelligent and enhances our reflexes, but I found out that night that it also makes our emotions stronger. My morality slowly reverted with each drink and in my inebriated state, I made my advances on him. The next morning I woke up in his living room on a bed he had improvised for me as all his beds were too small. I remembered everything. Embarrassed, I tried to apologize for my behavior and thank him for not taking advantage of my wildly inappropriate advances that night. To this he replied simply by asking me if I’d accompany him for coffee. Somewhere within our conversations that morning we fell in love. I wanted to stay, but he wanted to come with me to my homeland where he knew I would be happiest. Despite my House’s disapproval and eventual disownment of me, I married my Tom Alvin Dimir and his last name became my new House. Looked down upon by my own kind, our House suffered and was poor, but I had never been happier in all my years. Until you three were born. You made our House great and brought us wealth even I had never before known. Aleister Keith, you had the hardest life by far, but because of you our House was feared and unchallenged in its growth. Thank you. Edward Michael, you had the biggest dreams, and because of you our House brought people of all races hope for a better future. Thank you. Riley Joel, with all odds against you the most weight was placed upon your shoulders, and yet because of you all greatly respected our House. Thank you. In your names I built Cathedral City around Dimir Estate and it became the capital of our Northlands. I have always been so proud to be called your mother. No matter what, never forget that you will always be my precious little boys and I will always love you. 

-Elizra Patricia of House Dimir-