Lilliana Whitedawn

Bloodsword

Another letter is dispatched - this time, to another old acquaintance - once more is it sealed with golden wax bearing the depiction of a half-sun rising. Within is no more than a letter, albeit one written in a flowing and well-composed hand that seems almost strange, compared to the woman whose words it conveys.

Aelberyn,

If I may be so informal with you, still. I know we weren’t…terribly close before, but I still owe you an apology – more than one, in truth. Explanations, as well, if you so choose. Honesty is my aim, and a fresh start is my goal. If you’ve no interest in as much, then I will understand. My actions some years ago left something to be desired, I know. That said, I cannot move forward without guilt, knowing what  - and who – I so selfishly left behind. I’d like to make things right, if such a thing is possible; and if not, make amends at the very least.

I know you’re a busy woman, and I ask much, but I would appreciate a meeting with you, Lady Bloodsword – perhaps even ask for your insight, if you’re willing to spare it. You were always better at keeping a clearer head than I, and looking at things from a different perspective. And…once upon a time you offered to try and cleanse me – began to, even. I’d like to hear your thoughts on it now, considering how far things have progressed.

Thank you for your time,

Lilliana Whitedawn