One
week with the AAS turned into a month, and then a year, and then the years kept
on flying by. The people of Aiya appreciated Veronni’s works in a way the
citizens of his community never could. The going price for one painting could
have kept electricity and food flowing into a whole street of houses for a
lifetime.
He
was vacationing at Aiya’s Frescia Lake during a break when he was nineteen and
met Evalonna West. They fell in love and got married beneath the spring
blossoms of cherry trees a few weeks later. Veronni brought his mom up from her
new house in Avon in the Aiya countryside to give away his parentless bride.
The
two young adults moved in together in Trawl, Aiya’s capital city, to stay close
to their work. Surprisingly enough they both had worked with the Aiya Artist’s
Society for years; he in the both the writer and artist sector, and her in the
musician.
He
spent every day writing, painting, and sketching; his job was to pump new
materials out for Aiya. Every night he came home to spend the evenings with his
wife, and, four years after their union, his daughter Kaleera. By the time he
was thirty, his house was host to five more mouths: Felix, Meerah, Aldriech,
Frescia, – named for the place her parents met at – and Veronni’s mother when
she grew too sick to care for herself.
Their lives were
marked by one success after another, a stark contrast to his sixteen years of
poverty and wondering where his next meal would come from.
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