A Pen-Pal

[Dohvi 622]

((If you aren't a citizen, which you're not, you generally can't get into the library. It's that simple. Being a High Elf doesn't automatically grant you access.))

[Mercury199 86]

((Serva CAN get into the library, he IS a high elf. Half the people here probably cant get into the city or college, but dont just assume that we all cant.))

(( Adding to that which has been added above, the only two who I have not seen in game that have written on this thread consist of, yourself and out friend with a talented bird ( sorry not meant to come of as cutting or rude to either of you) ))

[Mpana 40]

((I'd just like to know if that means you don't want me posting anymore. Sorry about it please forgive me I'm still relativity new. ))

[Mercury199 86]

((Nah I'm just waiting for a specific person to reply to Kolyat's letter and she knows who she is <3 ))

[KannAllyEnd 12]

((Goodness! So many new faces. To clarify, after all the confusion, yes. This stack of letters is hidden safely inside the well-guarded College of Haelun'or. Outsiders may have a hard time accessing it. -However- this thread is meant as a place for pure character expression. Personally, if you can use just a bit of roleplay to justify it, I don't mind stretching to accommodate the inclusion of Haelun'or's outsiders. Please don't be discouraged, newcomers. You have the option to simply pay a trip to Haelun'or--if you are High Elven, you likely won't have much trouble getting the OK from the guards to visit--and then add your trip to the library as a roleplay post. Or..I will accept the enchanted bluebird stint, simply because it is rather creative. I'm flattered you wish to play along, all of you!))

Ante'vuln shuffles into the library. Her hunched shoulders and drooping eyelids indicate that she is exhausted. She nearly laughs at the notion; why is she not used to this feeling by now? Constant exhaustion does not breed immunity, nor tolerance, apparently. She has but a moment; soon Acaele will wake. But for this brief period in time, there is a bit of peace. At least for a few minutes, Ante'vun decides she can afford some indulgence. Sinking down into her familiar desk at the back of the hall, she places her head upon the wood tabletop, and closes her eyes.

But as her body falls forward, a rustling is heard. Sitting up abruptly, Ante'vuln begins feeling under the desk for the source of the misplaced sound.

By Larihei. She'd almost forgotten.

My dearest and most illustrious lliran,

The other day, a tiny moth landed upon my cheek. I would have dusted him away, but he was gone too soon. As he fluttered through filtered shadows of the the barely-lit darkness, I remembered a saying my mother used to utter:

"Worry not. It is no more than the breath of a moth's wing."

I felt profoundly aware of how many small creatures are flicked away, for their existences are regarded as so small. But I felt glad, that I had not snuffed this ones'.

Perhaps one day, a much larger creature will spare me the same way. My heartbeats may flutter even as a moth's wings, but somewhere, I hope I'd be missed. Perhaps my nighttime friend's little insect children will thank me tonight.

It seems our correspondence has be borne upon a journey of a most peculiar nature! How odd, that this very stack of papers has travelled beyond these walls, when I myself so seldom gaze even to the extent of the gate bridge's end.

It is humbling. Perhaps I need to travel more. A haven's temptations hold more securely than prison bars, it seems.

She-who-walks:

I must address you first, for you fascinate me. May I be frank and tell you that I should like to meet you? I shan't, likely, for if you live outside the stone of Haelun'or--the chances of divining your identity from a collection of anonymous letters is next to impossible. Nor would I try to unearth your identity, for as my policy with these letters goes:

You are free of the outside world, here. It is the unbreakable covenant within this 'society.' I would not seek to destroy the sacred bond of trust this covenant implies.

But I find your story so very compelling. How many know the pain of awaiting a lover's words? The vulnerability one feels is astounding; so many factors you cannot know or influence. Circumstance non-withstanding, perhaps the feelings of the other alone are the most terrifying. In the silence of a lover, one realizes how little say she has in whether she is hurt. If her lovers feelings change, if he decides he should not be with her, if he find love with another...all these small occurrences have the possibility to rot an elfess from within! And yet, she cannot change the outcome, should these circumstances befall her! She can only await the hand of fate to write her small destiny! How ridiculous! How tragic!

Your brother's fate plagues my heart as well. I hope you learn, dear shadows-and-light walker, to put aside the guilt. This guilt is illogical, and though a tempting burden to shoulder in your brother's memory--it is a weight you do not deserve. Ill-doers scarcely improve by collapsing under self imposed hatred.

I beseech you, averir'llum, find your peace. I bid your tears cinh. Your mourning need not survive till the next sunrise.

As for Nameless:

Your words are beautiful. You see much. There is an elf in the city who owes you more than she could say, simply because you never fail to find her where she hides. You were maybe the first to ever know her secrets.

As Velulaei above becomes but a rim of glitter upon the dawn, I think we shall meet again, lliran.

Write to me soon, should the Ancestors compel you.

[Mercury199 86]

Kolyat loosens the drawstrings on the cloth bag slightly, a smile spreading across his face. The beige fabric was thin, though it had served it's purpose well. He lifted the opening to his nose, drawing in a single savoring sniff.

Oh how the smell, the familiar scent, comforted him.

He sat now, and withdrew the first of the letters, opening it and slowly beginning. The writing of his friend bringing forth the slightest of smiles in the moonlight.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.