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[She was nervous to be doing this but, she was clearly out of options. When she had gone to check the fit of the dress she had altered by looking in a mirror- she found an unsettling surprise in the reflexion.
She had at first tried to rub it off, it refused to move. Then, she went to the pools and soaked until she was pruney- and still her reflection bore the same images. She rubbed her throat until it was almost bleeding, trying to get it off of her neck.
Wearing her crippled wings was one thing. Being marked with a tattoo around her throat- with words that seemed to change, in a language of magic she did not recognize? That was something else entirely.
She finally ended back at the thermal pools. She was not feeling up to face to face confrontations- and this seemed a good place to not receive it should something go sour. It was also easier, perhaps to ask one question of many, instead of many questions to many people.
This way she would not have to keep facing one person after another. Just say it once, and it was done. Except it was hard to say.
So that is why she had to have a Letter of Address.]
Hello and good evening.
I have a inquiry and would dearly appreciate any information at all regarding it. Please bear with me as I am not making any accusations, only questioning possibilities and hopeful answers.
Before I was invited to the keep, I had no marks on me other than minor scars.
[There's a pause in the writing, as though she is taking a breath.]
Only now, I have recently glanced upon a mirror and it revealed a rather large blackened tattoo marking around my throat.
I have no memory of the time I fell asleep in my tent- to the time where I have awoken here. If anyone has any information about this, or could perhaps interpret the lettering and words, you would have my eternal gratitude.
I understand if you do not wish to answer this letter, as public as the Record is. I would be more than willing and eager to meet in person.
Thank you for your time.
Respectively,
Isabella
[She lets out the breath she was holding... and watches.]
She had at first tried to rub it off, it refused to move. Then, she went to the pools and soaked until she was pruney- and still her reflection bore the same images. She rubbed her throat until it was almost bleeding, trying to get it off of her neck.
Wearing her crippled wings was one thing. Being marked with a tattoo around her throat- with words that seemed to change, in a language of magic she did not recognize? That was something else entirely.
She finally ended back at the thermal pools. She was not feeling up to face to face confrontations- and this seemed a good place to not receive it should something go sour. It was also easier, perhaps to ask one question of many, instead of many questions to many people.
This way she would not have to keep facing one person after another. Just say it once, and it was done. Except it was hard to say.
So that is why she had to have a Letter of Address.]
Hello and good evening.
I have a inquiry and would dearly appreciate any information at all regarding it. Please bear with me as I am not making any accusations, only questioning possibilities and hopeful answers.
Before I was invited to the keep, I had no marks on me other than minor scars.
[There's a pause in the writing, as though she is taking a breath.]
Only now, I have recently glanced upon a mirror and it revealed a rather large blackened tattoo marking around my throat.
I have no memory of the time I fell asleep in my tent- to the time where I have awoken here. If anyone has any information about this, or could perhaps interpret the lettering and words, you would have my eternal gratitude.
I understand if you do not wish to answer this letter, as public as the Record is. I would be more than willing and eager to meet in person.
Thank you for your time.
Respectively,
Isabella
[She lets out the breath she was holding... and watches.]
