Quote:Mother,
may this missive find you well. I understand it has been many years since we had direct contact; I was a girl of 18, the last you laid eyes on me, and it has been over two decades since that night. I do not know if you are still as angry as I am certain you were when you found out I had spirited away with Ylvyra's body, all those years ago. I hope you are able to understand that I saw it as the only path that remained for a perfect resolution. One you did not believe could exist.
I still remember how you struck my cheek, when I told you I would find a way to bring her back. You chided me for my childishness, scolded me for even considering the idea of necromancy. You told me that Nemea would want me to mourn and move on, and perhaps, you were right about a good portion of it. I can see, in history's lens, that you wanted your only remaining daughter to stop living in the tragedy that had so defined her for so many years, but at the time, I had received a true revelation-- and I needed, more than anything else, to feel as if I was in control of my own life once again.
And so I fled in the night. I do hope none of my maids were punished unduly for this transgression; they were unaware of my departure, for I did not trust them not to inform you of my plans. And so I vanished from your life for years, and you from mine. A small misstep that saw you identify my house as mine, and perhaps the public reveal of my name beyond the Seamstress alias, are all that you have heard of me-- but I have heard naught of you, and this, I mourn.
In comparison to my accomplishments, however, it is a sadness I will bear gladly for the happiness I seek to bring you. I write to you today to tell you that I was right. There is a way to bring her back, not as an undead, not as a corpse wandering the world in defiance of the Gods and of Nemea's will, but truly and wholly. More than just this revelation, joyous as it may be, I write to you to inform you that I have already retrieved all that I need to see it done.
Ylvyra Florain will live again. I promised her when she saved my life I would find a way, and so I have. She will return, and she will come home no lesser than the day she made her sacrifice to my benefit. I request of you only this; come to the capitol. I live on the outskirts, in an estate that, while humble compared to the ducal manor of our House, I still find cozy enough to enjoy. There, you will see me again. And there, after all these years, you will see your firstborne daughter, as well, no longer a memory.
After all these years, finally, I can say that my promise is complete. Tragedy defied; a eulogy written for a woman who did not deserve to die, wrought again to refute an unjust world.
I am certain that you must think me quite mad; but I beg of you, please, come and see. Come and see.
In loving hope,
Yesyra Florain
A missive signed and sealed with a rarely used signet,
hurriedly ferried unto the hands of a courier and rushed
to the far reaches of the Realm.
Meranthe is a place of tragedy and carnage, where death is cheap and cities burn like tinder.
But among this eternal strife, bloodshed fertilizing the grounds of the Faithful,
But among this eternal strife, bloodshed fertilizing the grounds of the Faithful,
sometimes, just sometimes, a story concludes in a happy way,
and a new one is borne from that seed of joy.