A Farewell

[TheMysterySlayer 35]

                                                                                                                                             

    A Farewell to Celia’nor

 

Published; On the 16th of The Deep Cold  upon the year, 226, amidst the Second Age

 

“ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya”

 

 

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      [!] A missive would be distributed amongst the land of the stars

 

I, Lady Mika Glanaeri hereby renounce my title and spot of the Celian council.

Along with this I shall also be leaving the nation. Fret not my fellow Celian citizens,

My leaving is not one of malice. I depart this nation with peace and no ill will. I thank Her Highness Illyria Ibarellan and Her Excellency Iryne Ibarellan for giving me this position and for putting their  trust in me to help lead this nation along with my fellow council members. However I have failed this task and in turn have failed the nation so it only seems fitting that I remove myself from the equation. I gave this nation my all for nearly 40 of my 60  years but  It seems it was all for naught, perhaps this nation will one day bloom again ... .but it will no longer be with my assistance. 

 

I bid you farewell Celia’nor may the stars guide all of your paths.

✵

 

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The Former Ambassador of Celian Culture, and Former Royal Counciloress.  Mika Glanaeri

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[Kaliphra 42]

"This is precisely what unfolds when we entrust a council to, quite literally, children," a voice nearby remarked, dripping with dry amusement. "One must wonder - by what criteria were they deemed fit for the task?"

 

 

[Venomous_Pup 2978]

"The line between tragedy and comedy can be thin," muses a Witch after reading the missive, laying it aside. "I wonder if A'eollaja will rant and ramble about being abandoned despite being incapable of standing up for those they claimed to care for, shifting the blame onto others rather than taking accountability."

"Ivarielle would weep, after she killed this failed line of Ibarellans." she then concludes.

[D3F4LT 1026]

Nagorain Emberhorn marked her name in Grand King Ulfar's long list. Knowing no one escapes his wrath.

[Frisket 4538]

“She represented Celia’nor well, she was a glass Vase. Put pressure on her, she cracks, scream at them, she cracks, drop her even if from a small fall….she breaks. None so fragile can ever stand amongst politicians or hell…. Importance”

 

Ember Heavily scrutinized the Glanaeri

[Morigung-oog 5697]

Word was quick to reach the Sohaer; then again, it always was. Softly shimmering hues settled upon the script, flitting from word to word as though they had no true meaning at all. As swiftly as it was opened, the missive, delivered by a loyal servant, was discarded into an ever-increasing pile upon her desk. A soft yawn slipped past her lips.

 

"And the audience is... Not surprised in the slightest."

[Captain Jester 238]

Whilst all the others laughed at the city's consequence or averted their gazes—whether in shame or simply because they had seen this tale sung before—a templar read over his dear friend's public missive within the comfort and privacy of his own home. His gaze hardened slightly, but his brows knitted with worry.

"Oh, Oem'ii," the elder 'aheral muttered hoarsely, "what tribulations have tired you so..."

He recalled the exhaustion laced in Mika's eyes, the weary weight she carried.

"Hopefully, you heal up—no more worries about speaking to brick walls or receiving commentary from a dreadful peanut gallery."