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When you notice it, though, the envelope seizes the whole of your attention, bringing you a central focus you haven’t had since the priestess’ revelations. There, upon the (surprisingly comfortable) bush which serves As your bed in your mother’s abode, you see it. The fine, faintly-brown paper with its thin layer of protective wax… The seal, unmistakable emblem of the Hawksong Mages’ Tower… Its inexplicable presence here, without a courier, in a realm which has closed itself to the Race of Man such that even you and your father were accosted while crossing the border by means of magic… There can only be one explanation.
“Izzy,” you mutter to yourself.
Izirina Henzler. The adopted daughter of the Archmage of Hawksong. Your rival, then friend, then lover, then…
Well, things got complicated. She and her obsessive need to escape herself, and this world, are largely responsible for your own transfigured state, and your own need to leave her and that shining city she calls home behind, at least for a time.
After all you’ve learned, though, about the nature of the cosmos and its creation, and its possible redemption… You think you understand her a little better. Even so, thinking about her fills your heart with a whole spectrum of complex and troublesome feelings, and you have a lot on your mind already.
You have a sacred altar to protect from skulking agents of the Unseelie Court—dark fairies, betrayers of the Wild Gods whom your people adore. You have some unknown, unrealized, grand purpose to discover and decide how to act upon. In just a few days, you might be meeting the ACTUAL GODDESS OF THE MOON, or at least one of her nearly-as-divine daughters.
What do you do?
>Open and read the letter—you miss her
>Stow the letter away for now—you’ll read it later
>Burn the letter—you cannot bear distraction right now
>Write-in
