Childhood friend and formerly betrothed, revoked upon her family's disapproval. He regretted this deeply but only had himself to blame. In recent years he'd made attempts to remedy, for both of them had, an entire century later, still remained as they were then. 

With Aurea's missions taking her family, Laverne found his fiancée receptive to his efforts and desire to support. And as his last brother returned from the warfront for a time, preparations for a wedding continued in earnest... 

Childhood friend, close in age if further in personality and bravado. Although in distant youth Laverne paid less regard to Kienelm's particular strengths, seemingly meek and hidden as they were, nowadays he can appreciate the man's attentive manner and patience. Even if Keane is still a little dweeby. And even if Laverne doesn’t show said appreciation very clearly, for it is a strange feeling to admire a trait in others one thought they personally once held, but in this case, while Laverne would never say so, he is almost a little... proud?

The daughter of his employer. Because of her sheltered and compromised start to life, Laverne does find the young Lady's youthful naïveté a tad concerning, with her frolicking about in the human kingdom and remaining absent around household or political issues. The human company she brought home from her travels ('adopted', rather) was another tell-tale sign of her adventurous indulgences that veered from the standard… but whatever made her embrace life at last was a welcome change to tolerate.

 Although initially reserved in welcome when Bianca brought home the human lass, over the short year Nier lived in the household Laverne had come to see that in spite of her race, the girl was a quick learner and avid worker in her tailoring and willingness to study new concepts. But soon as she’d come, Lanier was spirited off to the Miras Kingdom when she apparently developed a future sight. Correspondence was not to last with the conflict between states...

Fellow employees under the Dokein'Mas, Laverne and Françoise were alike as apples and oranges. Fruitless in earlier attempts to befriend the exorcist in the other's first few years of employ, it became habit for Laverne to greet the grumpy elf with light-hearted jests, all of which Françoise clearly could do without in his day.  His rescue of their dear sister and subsequent march for Aurea had Laverne regarding him with far more respect than the other may have ever realised. 

When Françoise never returned home, Laverne at last took his own matters into hand, spurred by tragedy to make the most of his time.

Young Virsche may not have been the quickest, but she was a diligent and thorough student who, in Laverne's earlier years of sorcery and sagehood, taught him the importance of patience and elaboration as a tutor. They both learned plenty from each other. 

So after the incident which claimed her memories, Laverne saw no need to treat the girl as delicately as his brothers did, for he believed in her to overcome her tragedy, and well knew a grounding hand in such a tentative life was to simply be as they always were. 

In earlier years, Laverne found himself occasionally minding little Anya and her brother amidst the shelves of the Dokeîn'Ma libraries, during difficult times for the dear children. So as a demure bookworm full of curiosities, it hardly came as a surprise that Anya herself was blessed with magic. Laverne saw her off on her journey to ply the ethers, of the same stepping stones that he'd used himself; with great fondness and immeasurable pride at how voraciously she'd mastered her own art, he can only hope she continues to blossom in adulthood – ever more capable and assured with every pursuit!

While Laverne had little to do with Julizia herself, her mother, Dr. Beaufort, was among the many practitioners he'd seen during his convalescence. Now long since come to terms with his condition, he makes do with what physical therapy he can manage – though hearsay of a daughter's yoga practices had caught his ear in recent times. Perhaps he ought to try a new routine... 

Or perhaps he might just break his back a second time. Hm.

Françoise’s darling younger brother; Laverne would hardly believe they were related if he hadn't known the two himself. As Camille took music and magic lessons under the Zelders for the troubadour path, Laverne sought to encourage the youth in whatever way he could. Although the boy's handling of instruments left much to be desired, his intent to improve... was there. His enthusiasm... was enough. Results would always show in due time, with enough persistence and technique. Surely!

A friend of his younger sister's and an earnest student, however lacking her results. What matters in one's character is ambition, a willingness to strive for their desires, and so Laverne could only encourage her efforts on. Beatrice's apparent heel-turn towards a pilgrimage for Aurea caught him by surprise however, but if that was the course she'd set her mind on –  well, to each their own. 

Her attentions over the years of youth and correspondence had always seemed peculiar meanwhile, but Laverne responded each time out of courtesy with professional grace.

Sarifee's was a recent but impressionable meeting, as not often Laverne accompanied Bianca for an entertainment troupe's performance, let alone be invited forward as all engaging shows were wont to do with audiences. While he may not have ventured that far into such memorable territory, he did recall the little dancer of the stage. Meeting Sarifee again in Cantor led to amiable discussions over tea and impromptu lessons for the illiterate youth, but amidst the Delvan annexation, an elf's opinions surely differed in the eyes of a kingdomer. Whatever the little miss thought to take from their parting was up to her and her alone.