Charbi

Happy Yearaversary, lovely Sarah! 

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Aylin bint Al Nojoom de Astrea nodded as she sat at her breakfast nook, understanding as she read the notice. It was an important spiritual journey for the A'tmuzigh to conduct and quietly kicked herself for not having realized that the two friends had shared even more similarities...so many stories to share over a cup of شاي  together. 
"Strong winds be with you and may spirits spare your step," Aylin murmured, touching the notice to her forehead in blessing. It had been years since the ghosts of her own Badawi sisters slipped in from the shadows, pulling her to starlight, to roam. 
She sighed and shook her head at them. 
Not yet. In time.
For now, she hoped Lorrick was safe in his pilgrimage, and the two could reminisce of ages past, of adventures recently had, and of years to come when he returned. 

Aylin smiles, relieved at the missive, before continuing her journey to the very place of the treaty as its envoy. 

Aylin de Astrea was on her third round of the wall route. The last of which she removed her helm to better read the missive. She smiled proudly, her vision swimming momentarily as tears pooled in her eyes for the gentle spirit of the people of Elysium. It felt like a lifetime ago that she had left Oren and ran North. These were her people. This was her home. These walls were the culmination of all the blood spilt, determination sweat, and the susurration on everyone's lips:

"FOR ELYSIUM! IRON FROM ICE!"

Heck yeah! Congratulations Treshure! 

Aylin whooped for joy: a beam of good news in such difficult times! She'd bustle about in preparation to write to Frida to see if she could be of any help!
 

Aylin de Astrea nodded with grim satisfaction: justice was served, Elysium was avenged, and now there was still much work to be done as their attackers kept insisting that by slaughtering them, they were being liberated.
"Iron from Ice," she would echo Lunah @Arashiha, unbeknownst to her that they both had read the same missive with the same thoughts. As she walked the streets of Elysium later on, however, she could see the same sentiment on her fellow Norlanders' face: "Iron from Ice!" 

Amelya choked on her the tea she had been sipping while reading the latest copy of The Hearsay. Oh no.
Mamej and Jan were not going to like having the Kortrevich name being brought up in any sort of negative capacity. And yet...

And yet....

A mischevious smile spread across her dark lips and couldn't help but giggle at the news: the author spoke of a man in the kitchens. This would, hopefully, leave her out of whatever trouble she would face with her mother and brother. 
Now who could it be...?

Amelya Kortrevich blinked, confused at even being included in the selection. "Pretty, niet outstanding," she repeated, then laughed, relieved. As exciting as the week had been she wasn't sure how she felt about catching anyone's eye as her heart truly belonged to another. 
She sighed, propping her head on her hands as her thoughts were carried away not too far from Haense, past the cold expanses to some fields of gold...

                                       

Aylin de Astrea frowned, somewhat confused by the language of the missive. Did they wish Elysium's liberation or damnation? Nor did she know how one could so comfortably and loftily speak of such lies of bidding women and young children leave, as she had buried friends in both categories.
If anything, the Badawi and former Orenian prayed for the civilians of Providence. That they, too, wouldn't be swayed by such lies. 
 

Aylin had finally sat down a moment to read this missive over a cup of tea and a bite to eat. As she did, her lips twisted in a rueful smile.
The words here reminded her of another Orenian man she almost married so many years ago--yes, she was familiar with the language of cowardice, of narcissistic abusers. Her stomach twisted and turned cold, put off her sustenance suddenly at the memory of him. 
"I believe there was an Orenian writer that once said: 'There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing of innocent people,'" she mused darkly to Esmond @SpaceOddity, slipping her hand in his, "I wonder just how tattered their flag will become...?"

 

“Ah yes indeed,” Aylin de Astrea said coolly, “how brave the Orenians were to cut down innocent civilians as they ran for their lives.” She crumpled the note and threw it in the fire before continuing her work to tend to the wounded and bury the dead.
Eugeo’s daughter often buried herself in work to handle the grief she felt. In fact, when this task was done, she had a few well-chosen words for Mr. Basrid.
 

Aylin de Astrea wiped some flour from her cheek as she read the invitation with an excited grin. Then remembered how quickly she had to work to present the couple with wedding cake samples and got back to it! 

Yes, absolutely! 

Seriously masterfully done and told!