latte

HAHA made me think of this

i rlly thought i was going ivy league

A Mali'aheral of long absence read the missive, grey eyes scanning the content with interest. "What has happened back home?" the Viradiraar wondered, pursing her lips in distaste.

愚蠢的白人

nice

not me, but an ex friend who put it in the microwave. lol

"Crazy that a traditional purist would turn his nation over to another race." remarks April up in her alchemy lab, stained hands marring the missive.

A lari once named April Vallei'onn wandered endlessly, wondering where her first kin had went. She wallows in her path, never knowing her brother's true death.

NOOO WHAT IS THIS

Somewhere deep in the unknown of Almaris, Princess Mariya de Joannes would receive word of her sister's passing. A sister she never knew. Suddenly falling into a guise of grief, the woman set a prayer for the one she never knew.

"What a horribly unfortunate finding." muttered Miss April Viradiraar, squinting.

what the ****

"Thank Larihei this isn't about me" a bead of sweat cascaded from her forehead. "Fake news by the way!"

"God I hate republicans" snorted the Viradiraar, casting the missive into the toilet. "They should've put quotation marks on the Valwynn name, dumbass." "Also, Ivarielle isn't even doing a Princedom anymore. That idea was casted out years ago, thank Larihei. These people are so out of touch with reality."

This missive is distributed from the office of the Okarir’nor. SHINING SILVER 9th of The Amber Cold 69 S.A. I had spent a good portion of my early adulthood within the walls of Haelun’or. As an oem’ii who grew up on the roughness of the vast oceans, I was sorely under acknowledged in most spheres. Despite this, Haelun’or took me in and allowed me to flourish into a fine young citizen. From a scholar to a Tilruir to medic and back again, I served Haelun’or in any way I could - until I left. When returning from my decades long vacation, I was not greeted by the same Haelun’or that I had left, not the Haelun’or I knew. Instead, I was treated like a criminal, an outsider, by one Braxus Ni’leya - forced to choose between my Talonnii or citizenship, when all my talonnii has tried to do is aid the state to greatness. This is the same Braxus Ni’leya that preaches democracy, yet who rose to leadership without so much as a vote, the same Braxus Ni’leya that attempted mere weeks ago to do the same. How can you believe in democracy but call yourself Sohaer without a vote of the council? It is because he is a tyrant. I loathe the idea of picking sides, to further divide a nation already at odds. However, as I look out onto the marble streets decorated with its citizen’s blood, I can no longer stall. As Okarir’nor, it is my duty to regulate the land. Regulate the taxing, regulate the housing and its residents. But the land I hold so dearly to be is being destroyed. We are falling backwards, to damaging and dangerous traditions. This is not progress, this is digression. Our economy has been ruined under the Ni’leya reign - our diplomacy tarnished and its citizenry at neck constantly. I believe Ivarielle may save Haelun’or, and so, I must follow my gut instinct. Believe in me as I do you, the culture will be preserved, even if I must fight foot and tooth for it. With Braxus, Haelun’or will fall, but with Ivarielle, might it rise. And so, I give my official support to Ivarielle for Sohaership. Sincerely, Okarir’nor April Viradiraar - Valwynn MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

"there goes the Okarir'san" commented the Viradiraar, lazing out in the sun. "Purity is earned! Words of the wise!"

April starts to rip her hair out at the mention of the republic, as if she was truly troubled by it! "Well isn't this guy the face of mr. Democracy?"

Miss April Viradiraar paced from where she sat now, within the Providence Tavern, unable to stomach either side, pale hands gripping the paper of the missive. "where did this all go so wrong?"