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A former council member of Haelun'or cackles at the missive.

Penelope de Astrea grins. "Glad to be included in the depictions!"

Seraphite Viradiraar grins, letting out a sharp whistle before her eyes light a soft green, the missive catching fire before quickly becoming ashes. "They put this out, yet I still made council....interesting!" She comments, remembering her points of negative 488.

"If he was there, you already know what happened to him." Though Seraphite hadn't known Zolvan well, the two only crossing paths from time to time, his death struck her- unlike the many she knew to have happened. As the city fell, the actions from it shaking the ground all stood on, Seraphite knew any who entered would not return. Convincing people of such would be much harder, she came to find. "He's long gone."

A particular mali' watches the events unfold, her face rather stoic as she does, though she makes no comment on something she believed inevitable.

A certain Viradiraar reads the missive over with wide eyes, a smirk slowly donning her face. "Well then." Is all she says, folding up the missive before sliding it in a drawer to keep safe.

With a huff, Penelope de Astrea takes the treaty and pins it on the board in her room, clapping and quietly celebrating to herself at the news.

"That's rather disgusting." Is all a certain Viradiraar mutters, burning the missive.

Penelope de Astrea looks over the missive with a chortle, her head falling into a few nods. "I like this!" She exclaims, smoothing out the paper before pinning it to a board in her room, stepping back to look at it as a grin takes her lips.

Seraphite Viradiraar sighs as she sees the depiction, then hands the missive to her mal'maronn [@SacredSource] with a huff. "Larehan ito kae'leh." She leaves with that, moving to relay the news to her lari'maronn. [@latte]

Seraphite Viradiraar found the resignation rather easily, the paper dainty between her fingers. A short huff of laughter leaves her at the words on it, the corners of her eyes becoming crinkled with the smile on her face. "Took you long enough, mal'onn." Seraphite huffs, folding up the paper and sliding it into a drawer to store it for later. "The city is rusting- rusted as I said. No longer silver, but a cheap minic of it. A shell of what it use to be- what it could've, but never was, and never will be."

Penelope de Astrea lets out a fond chuckle, taking the missive and folding it up before pocketing it. "Rather good artists, no?" She laughs to herself as she enters the tavern, moving to sit herself at a table.

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Seraphite Viradiraar sighs as she sees Telos' name. "Eshtael's sakes, Telos. You get yourself into the weirdest things." The elf folds the missive up, storing it in a drawer before moving on with her day.

Penelope de Astrea huffs as she reads over the declaration, her eyes narrowing before they return to their regular wide gaze. "They're our allies.....no?" She mutters to herself, letting out a sigh before moving to hand her father [@YaBoyJay_] the missive. "I think we all knew this day would come, Papa." ----------------------------------------------- A now retired council member of Haelun'or lets out a maniacal laugh, her head tossing back in great amusement. "Ti!" She cheers, clapping her hands together. "Vive la Haensi!"

With a gleeful laugh, Penelope de Astrea pins the missive to a board in her home, standing back to look at it with a grin. "Kindness Prevails!" She hollers, turning and moving out the front door in search of something to do.

Penelope de Astrea's gaze reads over the missive, a sigh leaving her as she sees Eugeo's name at the bottom. "Your writting is lovely, uncle." She mutters to herself, humming as she folds up the missive and pockets it, moving to pick up her bow and throw it over her shoulder to begin her long trek home.

A rather smug Viradiraar finds herself enjoying a nice cup of tea while she reads the missive, the fire in front of her dancing happily. "I made many trips to Haense as an Okarir," She hums to herself, a wide grin playing at her lips. "I'm glad they're taking a stand. I'll remember to send them a letter to tell them they have my support- even if it doesn't mean much."

After having made her way through the south and to Sutica without harm, Seraphite Viradiraar found herself rather lost as she stood in front of the gates of the trade city. Contemplating why she had made way to the city she left long ago, her mind floated to Vivian and their relationship. Vivian's son was the one Seraphite had been close with. Kreen Maelstorm, the person she found herself running around the city with. Days spent talking together about their lives and jobs, their time in Sutica. She felt as if she had known him her whole lifetime and yet she lost him in a flash. It was almost befitting, the way she lost Kreen was the same way Vivian had succumbed to her own fate. Self inflicted. "Like mother like son." Seraphite mutters to herself, her face rather calm as she turns from the gates to walk the way she had came.

"And it gets worse." A certain mali' sighs after catching wind of the missive, waving off the person who had told her of such. "I do ne wish to hear more, I'm already sick to my stomach."

Seraphite Viradiraar's nose wrinkles at the missive before she throws it into the cackling flame infront of her- moving to cast all the other missives she had saved into the fire as well. "I swear this cihi is like a stage play." She mutters, dusting her hands off as she watches the parchment crumple to ash.

Seraphite Viradiraar lets out an annoyed sigh as she reads her name in the credits, the mali's hands tightening around the paper before she pauses in an attempt to calm herself- She then proceeded to rip the parchment to shreds, letting it fall to the ground as she stepped forward, lofting a hand to rub at her eyes before moving on with her day.

Seraphite burns the missive after seeing the depiction at the beginning.

Within an undisclosed location, one mali' lets out a quiet chortle. "Ah yes, here the 'ame go once again....merrily throwing those they consider kin into battles." Seraphite lets out a huff, crumpling the parchment and throwing it into the open flame in front of her, turning and striding into the keep she currently resided in. "Then again, seeing such from someone so pristine..." She trails off, shaking her head. "Oh well! It'll be fun either way."