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Aver'wyn reads the missive numbly. Her hand falls to her side, the missive slipping from her fingers and onto the ground below her. Then, tears well in her violet eyes. They wait there a few moments before slipping down her face. "I-I have no where to go." She covers her face with her hands, crying harder now. She falls to her knees, hopeless.

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[!] 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.

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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, sitting at one of the tables in Illandria's square, would hear about the news of Duncan's death. Setting down the glass of tea she was drinking, she would think of the man for a moment. Her gaze is not sad or overly mournful, just rather reminiscent.  To herself more than anything, she murmurs quietly, "He was a rather wonderful boss and a rather nice Godfather to Ana'thil when she was young. I would not know half as much about medicine without him. I hope life blessed him after he left our corner of the world. I'm sure his death was peaceful." The elf picks up her tea once more, returning her attention to the city and inevitable day-to-day chaos around her.

Aver'wyn R'Ikarth de Melphestaus scans the missive, smiling, "Oh, lovely. It will be nice to have so many people together in a celebration of sorts." The tired elf turns, off to seek her children to see if they would be in attendance. 

Elora Daemyar de Melphestaus reads the missive very slowly, scanning each letter and sounding out each word. "I like food, especially Dad's." Her eyes widen as she scans the many, many, names, "That's a lotta people....". The child scampers off through the streets of Illandria, off to seek her father, mother, or one of her siblings, whoever she stumbled across first.

Aver'wyn reads the missive, humming in general agreement with Minuvas' statements. Upon reaching the note about cannonism, she frowns, "Akalonn will not be happy about this. I hope this does not deter him from returning home." She tilts her head, finishing the missive and returning to go about her day.

So very cool!

Aver'wyn reads the missive, humming a small tune under her breath as she does so. "Another wonderfully worded missive, Onncle."

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

Aver'wyn sits down at the dining table in her Ephesius home, sipping a cup of tea and reading the missive from her Uncle. Under her breath she mummers, "A wonderful summary, Oncle." From behind her, a childish hand tugs at her sleeve and she sets the missive down and turns to tend to her children. 

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 the announcement, smiling to herself, "This could be fun."

Aver'wyn reads the missive quietly before speaking aloud, "I do hope this brings more friends than foes." She turns looking worried, but optimistic, around the beautiful town of Ephesius.

Aver'wyn scans the missive briefly before turning to find her family. She mumbles quietly under her breath as she hurries, "Aeser...the children...I must keep them safe."

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 looks over the invitation. "That could be quite interesting. I hope things remain friendly." She turns, seeking out her husband and children to see if they would like to attend.

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."

RP Name: Aver'wyn Livarai de Melphestaus
MC Name: lavenderwax
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