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Guys, this is just a guess, but I think Glamaer and Enna want to get married?
Enna and Glamaer have both come of age, and Enna has joined the Salter household ahead of their wedding.

Anyway, let's see what the ROS cooked up for this household today!




Oh.

Glamaer hates his father and step-mother, Brigid hates everyone, even Wulfric is starting to get on the hate train this round, so, uh, really got our work cut out for us.

(What’s funny is that the only other sim in Veridia who is enemies with anyone is Diseta. Actually, I'm not sure if she is enemies with Norweni or Maddan or if she just reeeeally hates them. Every other household I would’ve had to reroll this one.)






Glamaer: Is he really still in bed with that woman? The sun's been up for ages! We have work to do!





Glamaer: Am I supposed to deal with the entire catch myself? Not to mention the salt—is screwing your wife really more important?

Enna is SO proud of herself for not saying any sort of 'I told you so' right now.




But it's time to put aside any familial feuding for a few hours to celebrate Glamaer and Enna's wedding!

Glamaer: You look so beautiful in your new dress.

Enna: Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself, handsome.




Norweni: Now, Gytha...

Gytha: Yeah, yeah, I know, no fighting. But if I have to talk to Brigid or my father, you're probably just gonna have to fine me because I don't know if I'll have the restraint to keep from slapping either one.

Norweni: ...Maybe just try to do it where I can't see you.

Gytha: Sure, which side are you blind on again?










Gytha managed not to fight anyone but she did leave immediately after the happy couple finished their vows. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯




Lucile: I can make up for that.




Wulfric’s obliviousness is sometimes astounding.




Wow, you know what, I know a really simple way to avoid this fear ever coming true. You'll never guess what it is.








He's okay, guys, he's just reenacting that scene from Hamlet. Frankly I forgot I had a default for the aspiration failure volleyball.






Brigid: I hope you consulted the spirits about your choice of wedding day. It would be such a shame if you chose an unlucky day; who knows what could happen with your marriage?

Enna: *eye roll*




Glamaer: Brigid, could you at least try to be nice on my wedding day?

Brigid: Hmph. I'm only looking out for you, Glamaer.








Norweni: Cinaéd, we talked about this.




I'm sure Norweni will be so disappointed that you don't approve, Wulfric. She must think about you a whole two, maybe even three times a year.






Glamaer: I'm so happy to be married to you.

Enna: Me too, so much.


* * *




Did I mention yet that Derelei moved in? Brigid's sister Derelei moved in. She may not show up very often, because she spends a lot of her time weaving and I lost interest in taking pictures of that two rounds ago.

She did offer to stay and care for Gwendolen while the rest of the family is at the wedding, which is no great hardship. Gwen is an easy child who likes to play quietly and take regular naps.






Of course, Derelei might have had ulterior motives for staying home, like inviting over River, who she has kind of been dating.

Derelei: Would you try telling my fortune? Please? I'm so curious!

River: I don't normally do readings for people I know, buuuuut I think I can make an exception.




Cryptic.






At least they had the courtesy to only use the bench in Enna and Glamaer's room and not the bed?


* * *








Enna: Glam. Absolutely no one wants to hear about that while they're eating, okay?









Wulfric: How 'bout a game of catch, for old times' sake?

Glamaer: Uh, no, it's raining and I have to go bait the traps. Maybe Gwendolen wants to play with you.




And then when they get to the market, Wulfric starts poking and insulting his son. Cool cool cool.

Wulfric: I don't want to see you slacking off and chatting up girls today.

Glamaer: What?




Glamaer doesn't know what happened; he doesn't remember his father being like this when he was younger. Of course, he doesn't remember Wulfric spending too much time with them back then. He and Gytha were often left to their own devices while Wulfric was running the business...






It's okay if Wulfric is slacking off to gossip, though, right?




Leave your son aloneeeeeee.




Glamaer: You know what, Enna's right; I'm already doing most of the work here by myself, but what am I getting out of this? It's not my shop or my boat—

Wulfric: *scoffs* That girl doesn't know what she's talking about.

Glamaer: No, I think she sees things pretty clearly! It's me who didn't realize until she told me.






Speaking of Enna, she's been enjoying her new free time. Brigid is very particular about the way things are cleaned, so Enna is more than happy to leave it to her. She does make sure to take over any cooking Brigid's been doing, which is just better for everyone. Lately certain scents have been turning her stomach, though.




Enna: Wow, already? I mean, I did stop drinking the tea, but for some reason I thought it would take longer.

Helenet: Sometimes it only takes once! Come by or send your husband for me if you have any more questions, okay, sweetheart?




Seems like a good idea.


* * *






Glamaer: The boat—there was an accident—










Brigid, naturally, is devastated by the death of her husband. She can't stop crying. It's hard for her to believe a man who grew up on boats could die like this, even though she saw the wound to his head herself when his body was prepared for the pyre and even though she's heard Wulfric and his son talk before about the care they have to take docking near the rocky shore. The spirits have a cruel sense of humor.




Angus: You okay?

Gytha: I don't know if I'm sad or still angry at him. I should be sad and not angry, right? He was my father.

Angus: Um, I think you're allowed to be both. It's not like there's a set of rules for grief.

Gytha: Nah, I'm sure some enterprising priest or priestess somewhere has come up with some.








Glam and Enna have mostly been taking care of Gwendolen since the accident. Brigid is in no state to do it, and Derelei is busy doing her best to care for her sister.




It's all starting to weigh a little too heavily on Glamaer.

Glamaer: Enna... Enna, the boat. We were arguing again, and I—I shoved him, I didn't mean to, but he fell and—the rocks by the shore—I didn't mean to, I swear.

Enna: Shhh, it's okay. It's okay.

Glamaer: I have to tell someone. Kinet, or, or the headwoman, or—




Enna: I don't think anyone else needs to know about this.

Glamaer: But—

Enna: Shhh. If it was an accident, well, it could've happened without you at all. No one has to know.





* * *










The psychiatrist is getting a lot of business this round in Veridia.

Gwen doesn't really know what's going on, but she knows that the grownups around her are suddenly upset and that Daddy isn't here to play with her or tuck her in at night.






Glamaer: Enna—

Enna: Wha—I'm awake!

Glamaer: Go to bed, love. Sleeping like that can’t be comfortable for your neck.

Enna: I wasn't sleeping, I was just closing my eyes. For a few minutes.






Enna is actually hydrophobic, and she refuses to get on the boat with Glam unless absolutely necessary—she'll take the longer walk into town, thanks--but she's happy to bait traps or gut fish once they're no longer in the water.




Enna: Brigid... this is a lot of burned dumplings. You know no one else is awake to eat, right?




Brigid: *sniff* I know... I got distracted thinking about Wulfric and then they were burnt.




It's so unfair. Why did it have to be Wulfric? Brigid still needs him, Gwendolen needs him. If it had been Glamaer who died, maybe they would all be better off.






Derelei: Brigid... you need to pay more attention to your poor sweet daughter. She lost her father; that means she needs her mama more than ever.

Brigid: I guess... you're right. I'll... try to do better with her.






Enna: Should we go open the shop?

Glamaer: Probably, but we? Do you feel up for that?

Enna: Of course! I'm hardly bedridden.






Some customers are a little skeptical to see the shop now in Glamaer's young hands, but he's doing his best to keep the town well-supplied in fish and salt, and Enna turns out to be a natural talent at sales. She'll have the customers eating out of her hand at this rate.

(Really, she earned both those badges one after the other in one day!)






Norweni: How are you doing, Brigid?

Brigid: My husband is dead.

Norweni: Right. That does pretty much answer the question. I understand Glamaer is stepping up to take care of things, but is there anything we can do for you all?

Brigid: I don't suppose you can resurrect people?

Norweni: No. Uh, I brought you a casserole. I didn't make it, my sister did.

Brigid: *sniff* Okay.




To no surprise, Derelei is the only one who feels up to going down to the festival square in the village this summer. It's a relief to get out from under the suffocating gloom of the house for a while.

(I finally sat down and took a stab at Piqiwi's custom holiday mod and I think I didn't screw anything up, so now I'm showing off.)




I happened to briefly make Gytha controllable on the festival lot and this was in her wants. :( She might have complicated feelings about her father's death, but it's certainly given her a jolt.






Derelei: Hi, Shep. Did I happen to see you at Wulfric's funeral?

Shep: Yep, I was there, near the back. For Gytha. How's things?

Derelei: You don't want to know. It sounds horrible, but I almost wish I hadn't moved in with Brigid when I did...

Shep: You're a good sister, supporting her like this. I'm sure it's really hard.








Festivals aren't quite River's scene, but they're giving it a try. At least the celebrations are a little quieter here in Veridia.

Derelei: Aren't you warm in that outfit?

River: A bit. These are the only formal clothes I brought, though.

Derelei: Ooh, we should go to the market. If you pick out fabric, I could make something for you!

River: Um... maybe.






For some reason I thought townie Gede was gay, but I guess he's bi. Look, Derelei, there's so many people you could possibly date! At least three now!








The warm summer night feels so romantic. Derelei decides it's a good moment to ask River if they'd like to be her steady partner.




River: Um. Derelei, I barely know you. You've been coming on really strong and I... am nowhere near ready for it.




Derelei: What? Well, thanks for wasting my time!

River: How have I wasted your time?




Derelei can't help the tears, just tries to hide her face from anyone who might be watching. Why can't she just find someone who wants to commit to her and means it?


* * *






Glam bites the bullet and makes a plea to Brigid in an attempt to preserve what's left of the peace.

Glamaer: D'you think we could put any disagreements behind us, Brigid? Da... I'm sure my father wouldn't want us to fight.




Brigid: ...Fine.




I'm getting mixed messages here.




Enna's new friend Orla likes to drop by to visit some evenings. She claims to enjoy the trek to the shore and says things about the sea air being 'very bracing'.

Enna: Orla, would you like to go shopping with me soon? Maybe we could pick out some fabric for a new overdress for you?

Orla: That's a nice idea. I wouldn't mind a new dress!

Enna: No offense, but yours kind of looks like something was eating it.




Orla: Oh, that was Chewy! My pet goat!

Enna: ...You have a goat?












Brigid: My sweet little Gwen. You'll never leave me, right? You'll never leave Mama! That's right!

Gwendolen: ???










Drustan came over to spend time with his BFF Glamaer, and Orla also comes to visit again, bringing Gytha with her to everyone's surprise.




Enna: You actually came here? To this house?

Gytha: Don't get used to it. If I have to speak to that woman, I'm outta here.




Gytha: So, like, am I the only one here not pregnant?

Enna: You're slacking. You and that boy should get to work!

Gytha: One, ew. Two, I love how you call him a boy when he's a whopping three years younger than us.






Drustan: That's your opening move?

Orla: What's wrong with it?

Drustan: I suppose nothing. If it were anyone else, you'd probably lose, but you are playing Enna.

Enna: Hey. Be nice or I'll throw you out.




Feels weird to not see Drustan glaring at her. 😔 His problem is with Angus, not Gytha, I suppose, it's just that Gytha and Angus are so often together even when I'm not playing them.


* * *






Brigid: How is your dating life going, Derelei? Any talks of marriage yet?

On the one hand, Derelei absolutely does not want to talk about this with her sister. On the other hand, it's the most animated Brigid has seemed in ages...




What if you chose someone who's actually into you, Derelei? Gede seemed nice!






Oh, no? Okay.

Derelei: *sniff* Shep... I miss youuuu.

Shep: Eheheh, okay, how much have you drunk? Do I have to take you home?

Derelei: Just two cups. But this batch of mead is reeeeeeeally strong! S'great!

Shep: Yeah, okay, either I'm taking you home or you can steal Gytha's mat for the night, come on.




Glamaer: Enna, do you... d'you think Brigid suspects something?

Enna: How could she know anything?

Glamaer: I don't know. It's just the way she looks at me sometimes...

Enna: Glam, she looks at everyone that way. You're just a bit paranoid. C'mere so I can distract you.






Helenet comes by early early, before the sun is quite up.

Enna: My back's been hurting all night. It's awful.

Helenet: I'm afraid that happens sometimes near your time.

Enna: Ugh.






Enna can't believe her mother was willing to do this so many times.




Before long, Enna delivers their firstborn, a boy with her own gray eyes, and they decide to call him Eamon.








It's near the end of the season, so Glamaer has to arrange to send off their summer tithe (a whopping 15,000 simoleons). Everyone has been paying their taxes tithes this season I just haven't taken pictures of all of it. :')




Brigid: I suppose I should leave the cooking to you and Enna. I tend to burn things a lot, don't I?

Glamaer: You do, yes. I’d really like to not have to put out another fire.






Enna: So what colors do you like?

Orla: Blue! Oh, and green. And yellow, and purple, and...






Gwendolen's birthday squeaks in under the line at the end of the round.






Happy birthday, Gwen! Maybe next round you'll be less ignored!