>>5298680>>5298859“Are you alright?” Vivi asks when she sees Cassandra’s troubled expression.
“I’m fine. I just… Well, I think it would be better to read this sooner rather than later. I’ll be back in a little bit.”
With that, Cassandra begins slithering toward the tower entrance, stopping along the way for just a moment to ruffle Cici’s hair and give her what she hopes is a reassuring smile before making her way inside. The inside of the tower is dark and cool compared to the perimeter of the bonfire, but the former condition is easily enough remedied as she strikes up a magic candle and begins making her way to her room and the quaint little desk within that served as both vanity and private study.
She’s nervous, her body tense as she rushes to get everything setup so that she won’t have to strain to read the contents of the letter. However, she then hesitates with the envelope itself, clawed finger slightly trembling over the wax seal before she finally works up the resolve to tear it away.
Written in an immaculate, pristine cursive, the letter reads as follows:
“To Cassandra, Formerly of the Stone Isles, Now Banished:
“It has come to our attention that you have recently gained political standing in the territory surrounding Jonasburg in the southern reaches. We congratulate you on achieving this monumental milestone despite your expatriation and pray for your continued success in governance going forward. May you strive in all things to showcase the excellence bestowed upon you by your heritage and the goodness of your former society and never through carelessness or purposeful malice allow your own actions or words to lead to their defamation. However, as doubtless you are aware, this is not to be the primary subject matter of this particular correspondence.
“The matter of interest instead falls around your daughter, Cecelia, a child who, as dictated by prophecy, should no longer be numbered among the living. Yet, it has come to our attention that not only does she live but that she has already begun to discover the blessing of foresight endemic to our race. This is not surprising given her pedigree, sullied though it may have been at the last possible moment.”
Cassandra looks ready to tear up the letter then and there but forces herself to continue.
