A Letter to the People

[Lawrna 440]

*A small white dove is sitting on top of the message board, it coos. It has a letter in its talon. The bird drops it on the ground and flies off. The message is written in dark grey ink with large and curly handwriting.*

Dear people of Haelun’or,

For some of you the words I write are full of joy, for others, sadness.

An Elven day ago, ((the 24 of November)) my dear husband, Warhawke Chieftain Ereinion, has passed on. I am sorry for all of the grief our family has brought on the Silver City. If I could ever help any of you in any way, just send me a bird.

Arya Orchid Taloha

*An orchid is drawn next to the name*

[Mithradites 1168]

A white dove returns to Arya; a piece of bone-white parchment between its claws. Upon is a short letter, written in golden ink. It reads as thus:

One would think that if Ms Arya were truely remorseful for Mr Ereinion's actions, then she would have sent his remains to us so we might examine them. Hopefully, we would be able to divulge exactly what it was that caused his illogical and belligerent behaviour towards us, regardless of being treated well during his stay within our city.

Kindest regards,

-L. Sullas

[Dohvi 622]

As the morning sun slowly begins to make its way into the sky, only just illuminating the streets of Haelun'or; a Mali’aheral man dressed in fine blue robes slowly wanders through the city. Delonna keeps his eyes fixed on the ground in front of him, deep in thought as he strolls through the silent streets. He walks through the inner city, taking note in his mind that Lucion’s grass has been allowed to recover from its regular abuse. As he passes the message board, Delonna’s contemplative mood is disrupted by an abnormality, in the form of a letter on the ground.

Filled with a both curiosity and irritation over the abnormality, Delonna retrieves it, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as his gaze skims across the familiar hand writing. Staring blankly at the paper, a feeling of confliction arises within Delonna as he reminisces times long passed. Upon being snapped out of his trance-like state by the songlike call of birds in trees surround him, Delonna slowly pins the letter to the board. Glancing from the letter to the abnormality-free pathway, Delonna lingers for a few moments, before promptly redirecting himself and strolling home.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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