He glitched out on our front yard. No Private School for you, Legion!

So the next day Bistre invited over another Headmaster. Hello Mr. Jitmokusol.

Oh! It's also Prasines Birthday! Dang, she look awesome already.

Not changing a thing, she sits down with Bistre and the Headmaster and makes a good impression.

Goign even as far as hugging the little neighbor girl. Look at Mr. Jitmokusol. Oh, these kids are totes getting in.

While older brother Legion calls up the ladies.

"Lady, I don't even need to take a tour of your home, the kindness of your daughter and that amazing sparkling salmon you served was enough for me."

For reals, we didn't even get to the tour part. 49 in Schmoozing, 44 in Dinner. That's never happened to me before.

Legion could kick himself for not having that awesome sparkly dinner.

While Bistre set about telling everyone - by everyone I mean her mom -

That her daughter Prasine got into Private School. That's adorable! You would have thought she'd make up something bad being that she was gossiping, but no! I've also never seen the gossip action used on a positive memory before!

Speaking of Prasine and her accomplishments, there's a little matter of some witchy business that Bistre needs to take care of.

Bah-bring!

Magical Powers.

"Here, my love, all teh magical reaggents I possess. Use them wisely. Also you'll have to change your sister, Rogue. My time is coming to an end."

And with that, Prasine's mom flaoted away on magical lights.

To the attic where she used some Witchbegon-E.

Psyched you out, there, didn't I?! Hehehehehe. And so Bistre left the magical sanctity of her chambers a witch no more.

Shortly after, Prasine disvocers the attic for the first time.

She never knew this treasure trove of the arcane hovered above her all these years.

And she couldn't wait to get started on her destiny.

And that is when she found the Book of Shadows. The grimiors of her mother and grandmother. The tomes that held the secrets that would make her a legend.

While little Rogue enjoyed her childhood unknowing.

And Legion, ever the romance sim laid on the charm pretty thick on the ladies.

Look at those doey eyes!

Enter the catalyst of doom.

With no income, Bistre gleefully sets about counterfeiting.

There are a few maps on her walls and she's been wanting to take her brood on vacation toexplore the world around her. Maybe set fire to some of them. She is a Pyromancer afterall.

Except that being a pyromancer means that in this unforgiving sun that Bistre has summoned and the attic being so hot- you know, because heat rises, and the heat from the counterfeiting machine, Bistre's newborn stash of vacation funds catches on fire.

And vicariously, the pyromancer of Brill also catches on fire unintentionally.

Having given up her powers she cannot protect herself from this infernal flame.

And Mr. Death comes to claim the soul of Bistre.

Prasine is devastated.

Little Rogue hardly got the chance to know her mother.

Vermillion has lost another of her chidlren.

But the boys seem to be doing alright!

Legion channels his grief through music.

And having lost a wonderful friend, Gypsy Lew comes to comfort the family of her apprantice.

Wait, that's not Lew.

Hey, nice, a gold lamp. Thanks lady. Where the heck is Lew?!

Anyway, on the last night of the summer season and the end to Bistre's Reign, Vermillion throws her daughter a wake.

She and her family dress to receive the condolences of their friends.

And old friends and family arrive in droves.

At first, Bistre's children are timid around these strangers.

Grandmother Vermillion and Grandfather, the Witch Boy rekindle old romances.

But Vermillion can't go down that path again, not on her daughters wake and she throws Grandfather Witch boy into the ladderless pool for his insolence.

The Dark Witch regaled the crowd with tales of Bistre.

How she broke the heart-

of Dominic.

I was so close to being pissed of with the Odious for gossiping about Bistre, until I saw Dominic.

Vermillion is not handling her grief well at all.

After throwing her first lover into the pool she doesn't think she can handle another death in the family.

She doesn't realize that, being a townie, Joe Carr wouldn't have aged or even died.

Her grandson, Legion, doesn't seem to be affected by all this horror.

But the Odious is a little disturbed that the boy is talking about lipstick.

Despite all the horror Vermillion had rought, Bistre's wake is successful. Prasine comes to congratulate her grandmother.

And with a few meaningful words about Bistre, Grandmother and Granddaughter toast over the memory of the Pyromancer that set Undercity aflame.

Cheers, Bistre. We will remember you fondly.

The afterparty: clogged toilets.

Bashed up sink. Can't fix them until noon. Alright, folks, thanks for reading! See you next time.