[The Citadel] Paper Violets (Dimitri)

[Anora Eventide]

It was a strange thing in the hands of the Vortexian messengers, too delicate a thing to have survived the journey, but survive it did. Nestled in the cylindrical leather casing the Empire's messengers would often favor, it made its way from gentle Natura to the dark and grand Vortex.

Only recently had it been slipped from its protective shell, and hastily left in the hands of a servant of the citadel.
The fragile novelty was a scroll wrapped thoroughly and neatly in a familiar peach colored ribbon, bearing some directions regarding its destination and the name "Duke Wladisyaw".

When unfurled, an almost flat paper flower the size of a woman's palm slipped out, its petals a little bent from the journey. It was a quaint little construction, a rose with a bit of a clover shape to its rounded edges.
Bits of writing could be discerned in the heart of the flower. Unfolded, it bore a brief message in a feminine hand:

The Rose Masque

You are cordially invited to the celebration of the Eventide's birth-brightening on the 30th of Melora in the Naturan Conservatory, beginning at late dusk. Masks are required in the spirit of the event. A rose theme is suggested. Please respond with your assent or regrets.


Incredibly even lines of flowing script adorned the accopanying sheet of parchment:

"Good Duke:

It is a mystery as to when and if this letter will reach you as I assume Vortex is a winding place, and the Naturan messengers did not speak of it fondly. Hopefully, your name is known enough to allow this correspondence to find you. If not, I am writing to the wind and dust, but I imagine they are no strangers to wandering words.

Enclosed is a request for you to attend a celebration in Natura on the 30th of Melora. I do not know if your business in Vortex will allow you to visit or if you care for such events, but I felt I would be remiss if I did not extend an invitation. Avrie and I have recently decided upon the celebration, so I apologize for the lack of warning."

The polite correspondence took a brief turn towards what might be construed as sentiment only in the last few lines. But like its author, the letter was cautious and restrained.

"Your attendance would please me, if your responsibilities permit it. I wear your ring and keep my promises.

Sincerely, Anora"

Even after its journey the letter still smelled faintly of violets.