My Official Resignation

[Zindran 590]

My Official Resignation
3rd of The Amber Cold, SA 266

Blessed mali'thill,
I've thought long, and had quite a few nights where rest was all but a dream as I pondered the best course for our people.
Through this thought, I noticed my own sanity waning, and myself growing stagnant. Knowing this would not further progress or benefit our people, I move to step down from my position as Sohaer. In my place, Veralya Wynasul has agreed to take on the mantle. She has quite a bit more experience with such things than myself, and the introduction of younger blood into our leadership is a necessary thing to bring our people further into this age.

While my resignation may come as a surprise to some of you, I am simply stepping back into my old position as the Protector of the Eternal Library and letting someone with greater experience and direction take the lead. You will hear more from Sohaer Veralya soon, and I hope you'll treat her as kindly as you have myself.

Stay safe in these tying times, and help our allies whenever you can.

Laerean Sylvaeri, Protector of the Eternal Library

[Widu 535]

In the hallowed halls beneath the ivory towers, Liewyn Miravaris set his quill aside, smiling at the news, "Ay'Sohaer Veralya," for the first time in the last decade, the elf felt dawn instead of dusk, "Asul lente karin'ento!"

[Kenzo74 755]

From beneath the pale light of a guttering candle, in a nameless and forgotten inn, a Malaurir mulled over designs of a Miravaris-Wynasul Friendship Park, and to the missive he had set aside he afforded a glance heavy with hope. "Asul lente karin'ento."

[Lumipire 110]

"Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya" Roared the flower-crowned Elf. “So is the design of our Sohaer; therefore shall I trust his counsel, and set my full faith in the newly appointed Sohaer. May her reign be one of prosperity, despite these troubled days; and may she raise a new city of wrought marble- its spires lifted high, while the birds dance about them in the wind."

[Samler 1564]

The ancient magi nodded in approval. "Maehr'sae hiylun'ehya." He said before giving a few pets to the black leopard pretending to read along. "I wonder how she compares to her partner, asul lente karin'ento."

[MrSyth 636]

"A colleague in dire times, one is thankful he stepped up. Not by want, but by necessity. Okarir'Maehr once more, and one I trust to fulfill that duty I held myself so long ago." The Maheral solemnly stated, resting in his chair in a wayward spire. "Yet it is not a time to reminisce; rather we shall continue to look toward the future. Wynasul, may our collaboration be the foundation that restores elCihi'Thilln once more. Asul lente karin'ento."

[Arianthe22 242]

 

The wind blew through the pale elf’s hair, his head lowered as he worked the deck of the small ship upon which he had managed to find employment. Despite the months he had worked under the heat of the sun, the intense light a constant annoyance to his eyes, he never quite managed to get a tan, not even the rosy tones he once possessed as a child.

The tapping of a bird’s beak drew Aeth’annyer’s attention and he noticed a message secured to the bird’s leg. He let go of his tast to retrieve it and what he expected to be a letter turned out to be the copy of a missive, the news of a new Sohaer, one unfamiliar to him, having reached him even while he had sailed far away from Azuras.

 

Moments came and went before the elf finally tucked the missive into his pocket. “Asul lente karin’ento.” He spoke with the faintest of smiles and went back to his task.

 

Edited January 6 by Arianthe22

[Morigung-oog 5697]

Word reached the former Sohaer known as the Fallen Crow-- of course it did. It mattered not whether it was delivered by the faithful hand of a spy, witnessed in person or carried upon the winds themselves. The notice was delivered into measured hand and digested with the cold, almost surgical gaze of one who had long since distanced herself from the unnecessary burden of emotion towards the Silver State Remnants in particular. There came a frigid huff of something that may well have been mistaken for the faintest trace of amusement. 

 

"These high elves certainly have a knack for discretion."

 

Holy Ser Valithael remarked in a low drone, passing off the missive once read, to an anxiously awaiting servant like a used serviette. In her wisdom, the renegade 'fenn surmised that the Silver State's mind had been made up about her long since her own had been about them. In her youth, she'd thought otherwise; naivete. In this age, to her, such may as well have been high heresy. Utterly unforgivable. She could not-- would not-- allow herself to make such a fatal error again.

 

And so, for now, she who had brought the land of the Stars crashing back down to Aos and Eos remained distant from those she'd performed the feat in the name of; at least in part. Lost was she to the soft chanting of Flexio prayer while performing her newfound duties, in which she found peace and even a measure of enjoyment. 

 

Still, she found time in her new clockwork schedule to hand off the missive to a pink red-robed Cardinal of the Holy See.

 

"This is certainly not your half-brother's doing, Eminence. Perhaps you should write him."

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[Amuletic 926]

An ivory hand grasped the missive, and for a brief moment, the world faltered. Silver rested at her throat and circled her wrists, dulled by dust and sun, catching what little light the world still offered. Ornaments too delicate for these foreign lands, much like the mali’thill herself. This desert, which granted her only temporary respite, pressed its heat against a being shaped for kinder winds. And yet, she endured.

 

Veralya Wynasul read in silence, golden eyes unblinking, her expression marked by quiet reverence. Or perhaps fear. She remained still, paralyzed in the face of her destiny penned in a single missive. Yet within that silence lived a gentler truth. The elfess had seen what the world was, and despite this, she still believed in what it could become.

“Fear has kept us alive. Hardship taught us how to endure. But neither defines what we could be…

It is settled. I will begin, and our people will see what has always been within us. Asul lente karinto.”

 

The parchment trembled beneath her sun-warmed skin, heavy with the weight of what had been penned in ink. Fate spoke again, and once more, it requested her service.