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The Starweaver floats through the Viridale. Cautioned foot-steps guiding her, and wide eyes set into the mists that seem to constantly stir within the forest. Her hands place a letter nearby a massive old tree, that she can only hope will reach their appointed.
The letter is sealed. Its vibrant colors to help be spotted, though so far from the roads and paths as to likely remain undiscovered by any but those that call the trees and woods home.
'To Julandias, and Avara,
Please help me. I am struggling with the others in a blight that has made itself manifest in the woods. I do not know what to do.
No. I do know what to do. But the others doubt me, upon suspicion I am filled with malice. I urge you, please. Let me see you, to discuss this matter. I need guidance right now. I know you both must be incredibly busy right now. But I can't force them to truly listen to me. Or to stop going behind my back, to set up bargains with our enemies.
Please, come find me. I am sorry to pull you from your work. I promise, to make my side short and to the point. But I need your help, to see if I am right. Or if I'm wrong.
Your Faidh,
The Starweaver'
The letter is sealed. Its vibrant colors to help be spotted, though so far from the roads and paths as to likely remain undiscovered by any but those that call the trees and woods home.
'To Julandias, and Avara,
Please help me. I am struggling with the others in a blight that has made itself manifest in the woods. I do not know what to do.
No. I do know what to do. But the others doubt me, upon suspicion I am filled with malice. I urge you, please. Let me see you, to discuss this matter. I need guidance right now. I know you both must be incredibly busy right now. But I can't force them to truly listen to me. Or to stop going behind my back, to set up bargains with our enemies.
Please, come find me. I am sorry to pull you from your work. I promise, to make my side short and to the point. But I need your help, to see if I am right. Or if I'm wrong.
Your Faidh,
The Starweaver'