A PUBLIC CONCERN

[Johann 2498]

 

 

A PUBLIC CONCERN

 

An Open Letter to the Blessed Maheral, regarding a recent fallacy.

Issued this 14th of the Deep Cold, 1766

 

To the Blessed Maheral Azorella Elibar’acal,

 

As The Silver State has had it for decades, elMaheral exists as the reigning judgement of morals and culture for our revered State and its following across the realm. With this unassailable certitude, we must understand that the existence of such a revered individual leaves room for the occasional fallacy. The most recent proclamation devised by her pureness is an example of such fallacy. And so I, Muriel Uradir, bring about the following retort to her unfortunate negligence as presented by this document. I seek not to bring harm to the Office nor its occupant, but when mistake is made it must be questioned for the sanctity of the state:

 

On the 5th of Snow’s Maiden, 1742, the Uradir talonnii was subjected to an Imperative of Reproduction by the now-resigned Malaurir Iaria Elervathar. With great reverence for her proclamation, the marriage of Muriel Uradir and Evelon Telperion was welded into existence. Although the guiding hand of the Uradir has changed identity since the proclamation was made, it remains firm and steady, written into fact by Malaurir Elervathar. Her response to the growing stagnation of the line of Kalenz was just, and so was the reintroduction of the Imperative a few elven weeks ago at the hand of our youthful Maheral. With these concerns reiterated, elUradir have sought to rectify and rightfully begin the proper courtships, with the full intention of advancing the legacy of Uradir past.

 

Despite the fruition that our talonnii has begun to weave into existence as a result of this reiterated Imperative, as the ultimate and first step in the right direction begins, I am accosted and accused of impurity alongside my resplendent bride Evelon Telperion. With our efforts, we have become subject to re-education for unjustified accusations, baseless claims, and fallant observations. Blessed Maheral, I implore you to consult the archives of this city once more. No blood relation exists between Muriel Uradir and Evelon Telperion.

 

Blessed Maheral, you profit your accusations by issuing the name of our blessed ancestor, Kalenz Uradir. Your disrespect is profound. As an Uradir, I am gravely concerned about your true attempts at preserving the integrity of elUradir talonnii - for it is the will of every descendent and cousin of Kalenz to see that the purity and legacy of his great leadership is embellished, not woefully tarnished with the likes of Durion, Renarion or Silir Uradir. Yet, you sit here and denounce my efforts. You condemn my actions for purefully advancing eltalonnii’sae, and deny my rightful marriage - the first of its kind in centuries. This pains the heart of myself and my family, of which we seat your council in a number of positions. Our purity, in that regard, remains untarnished. Otherwise, why do we govern? I, no less than my councilor cousins, am a dedicated servant of Larihei and servitor of this State.

 

I do not question your intent, Azorella Elibar’acal, blessed Maheral of Haelun’or. But your actions are mistaken. I find it a matter of public concern that you sit upon your pedestal and condemn a pure marriage between mali’thill for reasons unscrupulous and unjust. There is no incestuousness in this union. There is no liberalism in this union, and there is no impurity in this union. All that exists between myself and Evelon Telperion is elmaehr’sae hiylun’ehya, and absolute commitment to eltalonnii’sae. 

 

Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya

 

Signed,

Muriel Uradir

 

[squakhawk 14042]

Anethra continued to swing from the bench in the vineyard as she lay upon it, wind blowing throughout the trees and grasses of her beautiful field. A loving mal’onn approached, offering a missive. The armoured brother stepping away, and allowing her to read such. She looked over it with dim, yet interested and perceptive yellow orbs which scrutinized the paper carefully. She gave a light smile offering such back to the armoured boy. 

”Brother, what do you think of a pushing things a bit forth? We still have much to do in rebuild.”

she asked, then giving him a wave; signifying she had already made up her mind.

”The boy who questions you, and the woman who follows suit; what makes them different in their pursuit? Why bother with either of them.” He asked, lowly.

”You know that answer.” she said, in quick apparantness rather irritated, and in a frustrated manner to herself. “The binds that tie us, what flows through his veins as mine.” she furthered, looking up from her book blankly to him.

”I am sure you will make the wrong decision, An. Do not be so bold.” he furthered, his low and smooth tone deafening to her.

”Quiet; I’ve much more to consider rather than you.”

[Demented_Delila 1248]

    Having received a copy of this letter while lounging on the roof balcony, the Laurir set her wine glass down to accept it into her fingers. Her brows furrow as she reads, having paid very little mind to the Maheral’s letter to the public, she’d begin to chuckle. Smoke escapes through her nose, her laughter resounding through upper floor of the manor. “Congratulations, Muriel, you’ve proven yourself the bravest man in all of Haelun’or. At least you understand actual science!” She’d howl, drawing the light aggravation of the aged black dog laying on the floor as he boofs lightly. She’d go back to sipping wine and smoke from her pipe, giggling to herself. She couldn’t wait for the fallout from this.

[shay 2582]

Azorella stifles a laugh, her eyes glancing over the notice before the Maheral once again tosses the parchment from her second-floor office “it appears the Uradir has trouble reading” she hums before returning to her work 

[Ixli 1472]

2 hours ago, GrandpaBlue said:

Azorella stifles a laugh, her eyes glancing over the notice before the Maheral once again tosses the parchment from her second-floor office “it appears the Uradir has trouble reading” she hums before returning to her work 

 

Theris Elibar’acal hums joyfully to himself, “Ah, this Azorella. My Laurir! A bit dramatic and youthful, but interesting nonetheless.”

[Keldrith 717]

Silvyr Uradir picks more flowers.