Sabeinne
06-10-2009, 01:22 PM
Sabeinne took her tea alone, and idly fingered a fragment of parchment lined with her brother’s elegant handwriting.
Sister.
My esteemed companion, Ms. Tabetha, has suggested that you might be quite right.
I have been blinded too long by my pursuits; though important, they can wait a time. I'd say we rather swiftly must be dealing with immediate affairs affecting our House's constitution and reputation.
Beginning with the unsavory relationships of our heirs.
Lysimachus
As she reread the last line, her right shoulder throbbed with a memory which was as vivid as the cup of steaming tea in her hand.
The night she remembered had been characterized by remarkable humility on her part. She had gone to Demitri Sunsworn after much careful thought and finally given him her blessing, because one grating fact could no longer be ignored: her daughter would be safer with him than with her family. She had even incinerated the moth which was harassing them, as any loving mother-in-law should. And her reward for this display of goodwill? The fel-sucker transformed into a hideous being of blood, horn and claw. It had nearly ripped her arm from its socket, and would certainly have killed her if not for some chance interference which she hadn’t taken the time to identify.
She rubbed her shoulder now, half-pretending that Helling Medic had not done a flawless job of mending it. She had had enough of talk; the situation was at its peak.
She took her brother’s quill and parchment from his desk, and began penning her reply.
Sister.
My esteemed companion, Ms. Tabetha, has suggested that you might be quite right.
I have been blinded too long by my pursuits; though important, they can wait a time. I'd say we rather swiftly must be dealing with immediate affairs affecting our House's constitution and reputation.
Beginning with the unsavory relationships of our heirs.
Lysimachus
As she reread the last line, her right shoulder throbbed with a memory which was as vivid as the cup of steaming tea in her hand.
The night she remembered had been characterized by remarkable humility on her part. She had gone to Demitri Sunsworn after much careful thought and finally given him her blessing, because one grating fact could no longer be ignored: her daughter would be safer with him than with her family. She had even incinerated the moth which was harassing them, as any loving mother-in-law should. And her reward for this display of goodwill? The fel-sucker transformed into a hideous being of blood, horn and claw. It had nearly ripped her arm from its socket, and would certainly have killed her if not for some chance interference which she hadn’t taken the time to identify.
She rubbed her shoulder now, half-pretending that Helling Medic had not done a flawless job of mending it. She had had enough of talk; the situation was at its peak.
She took her brother’s quill and parchment from his desk, and began penning her reply.