Quills, Swords and their various accomplishments.

[Carnath-Emory]

It cannot be said that the approach upon Tyminel's lair did not take a toll upon those who dared it. In the case of a swordswoman, a day of real rest was required for sake of a body left heavily bruised and a neck that insisted to ache. Stillness takes a toll upon a creature made for action, but she is not without means despite it; today, consequently, action has been a matter of ink and paper, and all that these things can accomplish. Amongst the day's work had featured such missives as this, each delivered by young and able bodies to their various recipients:

[INDENT]Davenie Sorvetierre

You have surely heard those rumours which lately travel Myrkentown. If she is yet within your care, then there she will remain, and all is well. If that is not so, then I urge you to send word which may be receeved here at Darkenhold, and I shall set to remedying this.

Ariane Emory[/INDENT]

Or somewhat more bewilderingly:

[INDENT]Ser Coriolanus Helstone

Greetings.

I hope that all has gone well with you and yours in these months since your last visit to Myrkentown. I have some regret on this matter, I had hoped that we might speak during your time amongst us. Duty interveens. Both we know this too well, I think.

Should there come a time in days yet to arrive that this is not so, I hope that you will find time to make a return to us. I hope particilarly that you know that Darkenhold would welcome you, yourself and Sera Ramyerez both. Our gardens have benefitted very well from the spring time warmth and there are things which please the eyes and the spirit.

Ariane Emory[/INDENT]

There are two others yet over which she has particularly struggled, and not solely on account of her meagre vocabulary, her inability to exercise even that quite adequately. There is crumpled paper littering her room in testament to these difficulties, and at the end of it all there is only this very short thing sent to the Chapterhouse of the Shepherd Knights:

[INDENT]Councilor Dookalios

In the wake of all that has come and gone, I hope that all is well with yourself and your sera Squire. Perhaps we shall speak of these things some day and perhaps we shall not, but it will be my hope meantime that spring's warmth will infekd us all.

Ariane Emory[/INDENT]

The fourth, however...

Oh, how the quill has hovered over the page! Which had inevitably become a litter as much of fractured words as splattered ink, so that she'd had to crumple and discard the thing, and inevitably begin again.

And again, and yet again, until ultimately she abandoned the whole notion as a loss, and resolved to try over again the day after. Perhaps this was not, she'd supposed, entirely detrimental. Some letters should not be sent from Darkenhold land, some matters should not be associated with this place at all.

Such matters, for instance, as sought-after urns.

[channe]

A letter is returned a few days later, in the cream-white stationary emblazoned with the coat of arms of the Aubreyne.

Sera Emory,

Duty does indeed intervene, as you said.

You are lucky. I plan to visit Myrken Wood for some business, and am told that Darkenhold is scarce an hour from town. I have no desire to stay in the city -- I am afraid the wounds are not yet healed, for myself or for anyone else -- and while I do plan on visiting the Governor, my business is... elsewhere. Could I possibly take advantage of your hospitality for a few short nights while I visit?

Rosamaria will not be joining me.

Sincerely,
Coriolanus Helstone, Lord Aubrey

[Carnath-Emory]

Mark this as the first occasion upon which anyone has given thought to Darkenhold stationary...


[INDENT]Ser Helstone,

I have written that you are welcome. If you insist to continue with your requests I shall write instead that you are required and that we shall accept no less than a visit of some several days within our walls. Ser our rooms are many and several of them are spashus besides, we will be glad to receive you amongst us. Ser

You are welcome. Hasten the day.

Sincerely,
Ariane Emory.[/INDENT]

[Malaroth]

Ariane Emory,

There is little warmth in Myrken Wood.

However, all are welcome at the Chapter House.

Sir Malaroth Deucalios
Grand Master of the Shepherd Knights

[SuperRy]

miss emory--

she has been lost to me for some while now. how easily we forget these things, it seems.


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