HILEIA ADONT'AHERN: A Message to the Nevaehli

[Junoix 2301]

Spoiler

This missive can only be found on the Notice Board in Nevaehlen. If you do not have rp access to such, please do not metagame this information. Thank you!

 

HILEIA ADONT’AHERN

A Message to the Nevaehli

Written on the 220th Year of the Second Age

To the People of Nevaehlen,

 

Today marks the end of my third Elven Week as your Viridian Voice, and it has been an absolute honor to serve. Within this short amount of time, I have been able to accomplish a few things that I am quite proud of; achieving terms of peace with the Church of Canon and the Kingdom of Numendil, publishing official law, delving into danger in protection of the Balance. However, what I am not proud of is the possible disdain of my people.

 

Every hour of my every day is meticulously planned and packed, leaving me with little freetime to speak with you all as much as I would like to. While this is certainly a shame, I do not see this improving until much later, as I still have much to do with not enough time to do it. With all that still remains on my plate, I fear I do not have the time to meet with the Nevaehli individually to hear you all out - and this has caused tension. I hear whispers of unhappiness and contempt, and while I may not be able to meet with everyone in person, I would still wish to aid the Nevaehli as much as I possibly can. If I have done something to offend or anger someone, if I have done something to warrant grievances and concerns, I beg of you all now - send me a letter. It does not have to be signed, but I will read them all and do what I can do to resolve whatever issues you may have. 

 

In this same vein, I would like to shine a light on the councilors, the Heial’estel and Vira’estel, who without I would be unable to lead the Nevaehli. And it is leading that I do, a guide to the people of Nevaehlen, but never their ruler. I am no royal, no monarch, and I would never seek to be one. My voice is no more important than any other member of this nation, and my duty is no more grand than those of my fellow councilors. They are as devoted to the wellbeing of Nevaehlen as I, and would be honored to aid any of the Nevaehli people in what they need. I urge you all to call upon them as you do me, and allow them to do the job they have volunteered to do. I also come with a proposition: to add a seat onto the Vira’estel. An Elwelier, a Listener, who’s duty shall be to speak with the Nevaehli people when I do not have time to, and to aid myself, and any other member of the council, in working out grievances and addressing concerns. For this role, should it be voted in acceptance by the Nevaehli, I would personally recommend our Elder, Nenar Terin. They have an experienced wisdom few of us can rival, and do much for the people of Nevaehlen.

 

On a final note, I  ask the people of Nevaehlen for one last thing: patience. Just three elven weeks I have been Viridian Voice, and I have yet to fully adjust to my position and accomplish all the promises I have made. I still plan to do such, but I need the time to do it; the declaration of war by the Church and the many endeavours into the realm I have had to take have temporarily stalled my progress. I humbly ask of you all, do not push the bird out of the nest until she has had the time to stretch her wings. Otherwise, she would surely fail to take flight.

 

Aspects Guide,

A reminder of the councilors who make up the Heial’estel and Vira’estel:

 

Nalinor Caerme’onn | Eldiraar | The Guard

Lirana Reg’wir | Eltaliyna | The Body

Igne’ihnsil Maya’asul | Elnaeri | The Devout

Leyu Sylvaeri | Elpuerith | The Scribe

Nemea Ke Kai’len | Elsaner | The Speaker

[DragonofTaters 920]

An elder of her people, an elder of her Order, stood before the board. Her eyes scanning the missive posted. Brow furrowed heavily. Once, twice, thrice the letter was read. Sanguine gaze lingering on the mention of a new post; one intended to be filled by her. Lips thin, she'd turn. Surveying the city, the people within. Her people. A quiet resolve steeled her posture but softened her expression. Off she'd venture, to whatever end her kin asked of her.

[Phersades 1710]

Vayan Vulnrith read through the missive delivered to her by her youngest sister. "It is a shame, little dove, how hard she works only for it to feel like she is being treated like nothing. She has always loved her people, It breaks my heart how they will not even give her a chance. Things are not healed overnight..." - "It feels as if votes matter little, and faith is only awarded by those who get what they want." 

The young fox cooed softly, offering the parchment back to her sister. "We stick together though, yes? We will do our best to show them we mean well." Though her brow furrowed deeply in worry, she'd still manage to offer a smile. @liz

 

Spoiler

Pov: You just told me someone hurt Sonna.

 

 

[Tav 4339]

The Prisgoth wandered the lands—whether human, elven, or dwarven—keen on finding statice; a bundle of violet petals, considered kind in their material language. Being a leader was never an easy job, let alone of the Mali'ame people—and the clashing of opinions during Omentahu never ended well. To that, he could only offer his sympathy by her doorside.
 

No matter how solitary and avoidant of emotion, even the panther-spawn could spend time picking flowers.

[jqsmlne 460]

Liriana had been so young when she became a councilor, and it was for a simple reason; she wanted a change. And change, does not come from complaint. It comes from hard work, dedication, and most of all, time.  She smiled, her fingers skimming over the missive. She herself had seen her mother's unwavering dedication to their people, and approved of the suggestion.

 

Three weeks—that was all it had been. And in those three weeks, they'd managed to escape war. She wondered how many of those who complained rather than acted could claim the same.