[Private - Areka] Message from Herozzal

[Lichen]

42nd Brightening of Cyraxatum
Era II of the Celestine Mandate
Era XIV Post Fractum

The city of Vortex was far bigger than any surface city Meiroth Vhilraaen had ever seen. He had not been a messenger for his house for very long however, having only been adopted and accepted by the Matron half an era prior. Meiroth was only 110, his bones still growing, his limbs too big for his body. His dark brown hair was trimmed short the way the Matron preferred, and the gold loop through his ear still pulsed with pain when he touched it, so fresh was the mark.

He clutched his papers close to him as he went through the gate, the light color of his skin gaining him entrance unmolested. Part vysstichi, part sea elf, Meiroth was a strange gray color that gained him second looks, but little racism from either quarter. He nodded his thanks as he passed through the gate, and headed towards the Academy.

Matron Zynoir did not have many spies in Vortex, or so the servants said, because she preferred to keep her eyes and ears in her own town, not others. But she did have a few, and her information brought him here, to the D’Rinishad Academy of Arcana, a great black building that shone in the summers suns. Meiroth had his mothers’ eyes, a fact that his Matron frequently murmured with disappointment, but it made him an ideal messenger for above-surface travel.

He inquired as to his destination at the counter, exuding every ounce of innocence he possessed. To be truthful, his occupation here was innocent enough that it was not difficult, and the clerk gave him the number and directions to the room for which he searched. He smiled toothily, and watched as the clerk blanched slightly. The Matron had recommended he sharpen his canines as a matter of whim, and he did not disobey his Matron’s will.

The door was simple and wooden, hardly a fit place for one of his Matron’s family, but that was all about to change. Hiding the canines by closing his mouth, Meiroth knocked firmly on the door.

[Areka D'Rinishad]

Areka was sound asleep, napping when the knock came on her door. She lifted her head from the bird feather filled pillow, rubber her eyes, then sat up. She wounder who could have come to disturbed her from her nap. Pulling her robe back over her she lifted the hood over her head. She had not let many see her face since she had been here and the hood was her comfort net after all. Neglecting to put her boots on she slid her feet across the floor toward the door. Yawing and stretching she called "Who is it?" Faust had told her not to open the door for anyone who did not make themselves known. Since he did save her from an unknown horrible fate she would do as she was told and was starting to look up to Faust like an older brother.

[Lichen]

"A Messenger from House Vhilraaen, seeking Mistress Areka D'Rinishad," Meiroth replied easily, voice just loud enough to pass through the door. "I come bearing greetings, and a letter, from Zynoir D'Rinishad, Matron of House Vhilraaen."

[Areka D'Rinishad]

Areka yawned once again before unlocking the lock and allowing the visitor entrance. She looked her over once or twice before shuffling over to the table in the corner of the room. She rubbed her eyes underneath her hood and sat inviting the messenger to sit with her.

Taking the letter she opened it careful and read it contains. After a moment of silence she looked up at the message and asked the messenger to explain all her knew of the matter of the letter.

[Lichen]

Mistress Areka D'Rinishad,

Greetings to you from Herozzal. May this letter find you in health and happiness.

I fear I am not much for pleasantries or small talk, so I will get to the point. Recent events in Herozzal have forced me to realize that, should I perish now, I would leave the house without an heir, my own children being either dead or disowned. I have no suitable immediate family, and so am looking to my extended family for potentials. Being female and of a young age, I would like to extend an invitation to you. Come to Herozzal, and I will train you and care for you as if you were my own daughter.

Enclosed is the house ring and a letter of passage, should you need it.

May Haya Bless Your Steps,
Zynoir D'Rinishad
Matron of House Vhileraen

Meiroth blinked slowly at the question. "Milady wishes for you to accompany me to Herozzal," he said finally. "For training. The Matron does not have any children worth speaking of. She searches for a suitable heir."

[Areka D'Rinishad]

Aerka took the ring and held it up in the bit of light that came through the window and then looked at the messenger. She now fully awake and read the letter over once more before responding. "Faust and Dimmy told me about this House. Great history it has...I am sorry to hear the matron is aging but if it is an heir she is looking for them I will be the one to become her apprentice. Though I can not travel back with you now at this very moment. I have other matters to attend to before making may why there. I will, though, not send you back empty handed. Wait a moment while I right up a response for you to bring back to your matron."

Matron of House Vhileraen,

I am pleased you have come to me to seek out as your apprentice. I will gladly become your apprentice. Though at this moment I can not accompany your messenger back to Herozzal. After I have attended to some matters here in Vortex i will travel to Herozzal. I will keep the ring and the letter of passage with me should some conflict arise.

Till Then
Mistress Areka D'Rinishad

Areka folded the letter and handed it to the messenger. "Bring this to your matron and tell her that I will be arriving sometime in the last mouth of the summer season. Give her my best wishes. If that will be all I would love to get back to my nap." She said as she started to lead the messenger to the door.

[Lichen]

”The Matron will be pleased to hear of your decision,” Meiroth said politely, taking the letter and folding it into the pocket of his vest. His lips were tight as he spoke, trying to conceal the sharpened fangs beneath. It gave his words a quiet, resonant quality. ”I will take my leave, my lady. Enjoy your nap.” With a nod of his head, Meiroth retreated from the room and headed home to deliver his news.

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