lavenderwax

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓ [!] A letter would arrive by way of snowy owl to one Prince Netseth Loa’Chil of Nor’Asath. In its talons holds a letter of fine parchment and upon its opening would smell very faintly of roses. Another copy of the letter would be left on the desk of His Serene Highness, Minuvas 'Elverhilin' Melphestaus, Princeps of the Ebonwood. ┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛ Prince Netseth Loa’Chil, Greetings and warm wishes! I know I can speak confidently on behalf of the Ebonwood Principatus when I award you a hearty congratulations on your newfound position. Under your leadership, we hope to continue the relationship between Nor’Asath and Ebonwood with renewed diplomatic vigor. I am optimistic that this could be the continuation of a wonderful and mutually beneficial friendship between the two. On a more technical basis, Ebonwood and its people are interested in entering trade negotiations with Nor’Asath. I hope this is a topic our governments can discuss together at length in the future. Secondly, as Ebonwood’s Ancestor Shrine undergoes construction, we humbly seek for your knowledge and advice. Whatever information you are willing to share with us would be a blessing. All in all, I hope you are well and look forward to the bright future of Nor’Asath. Ebonwood, its people, and its leadership send their blessings. I hope a formal meeting can be arranged between our two governments to discuss the content of this letter in depth. I, myself, wish you a smooth settlement into power and a long, successful reign as Prince of Nor’Asath. I hope to hear from you soon. Best Regards, Aver’wyn R’Ikarth de Melphestaus Gwaithor and Lady of Ebonwood

Aver'wyn reads the missive, smiling to herself as she sips her tea. "Oh wonderful. I look forward to seeing the new place."

Madalena curls up in a ball on her bed as the person she once considered her father had yet to return to his room for the fifth day in a row. As she cries she mumbles under her breath, "They all leave me eventually." She clutches the ISA plushie, resembling Lacazette, closer to her chest.

Aver'wyn scans the missive, crumpling it in a ball and tossing it in the fireplace. She turns away from the burning paper, off to seek out her Uncle.

Aver'wyn scans over the missive, a tired look on her face. "I hope everything works out and no violence is necessary." She sets the missive back down on the dining room table, off to search for her children.

Aver'wyn scans the missive, placing a protective hand across her stomach as she reads more and more of it. A look of harsh anger settles on her face as she goes off to find her husband and other close members of her family, "I cannot let them harm my family."