A Letter to Talon's Grotto

[Wyrdsister 44]

Fatima ul’Ihram al-Nabeel sighed as she looked over her children, twin sons not yet six, playing on the carpet of her home in the Grotto. She read over a copy of the letter, remembering standing in the cold wind of Morsgrad beneath the Ashtree on her visit their years ago, before her marriage. The people there had been as warm and hospitable as the chill had been bitter and cold... should they now be turned against each other? How could they punish and blame the people here, without even knowing who was responsible?

 

She gently lowers a silver spoon into a cup of fragrant tea, watching steam rise and twist in the air past her silken veil, murmuring to herself. “We will lose, they will lose... Iblis will be the only victor if this war comes to pass... fear of war, and pain of loss have clouded all our judgements. The ones responsible for this, whether they are a traitor in our midst or Morsgrad’s, whether they leaked this knowledge or butchered women and children on this caravan...

 

“We can only pray Allah’s judgement is swift. And no more innocent blood is shed.”

[sophiaa 778]

3 hours ago, blackhand7 said:

 

You got some correct information to offer then? Because I clearly remember MY roleplay, do you?

[KeatonUnbeaten 1103]

“Scary,” comments Harold.