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Nessarose paces calmly back and forth across her room, mentally dictating a letter to her (wonderfully convenient) enchanted quill pen. The pen inks the following, in tidy cursive, on a sheet of writing paper:
Dear General Jinjur,
I write this letter both as an apology and as a proposal. Firstly, I am sorry for our...
She pauses; then, phrasing things as delicately as possible, continues:
...misunderstanding about the politics of the community here. I regret any... *pauses* ...discomfort you may have felt as a result of your attempt to... *a longer pause, searching her mind for creative wording* ...restructure the political framework of the community. Your effort was a noble one, but it was--and, I fear, always will be--lost on the citizens here.
Nonetheless, I have hope--perhaps not for this settlement, but certainly for our homeland. However challenging your time here as been thus far, I am confident that should we try a similar tactic in Oz, we could--nay, would succeed. Should you and your army still be up to the challenge, I will be ready at a moment's notice to march with you into the Emerald City and claim our rightful place at the head of the government. Our poor homeland is in need of a leader to reassemble it and restore proper order among its citizens.
Currently, I live on the outskirts of Oz, where I frequently feel isolated from my fellow citizens. I long to engage myself once again in the goings-on of our needy country, and I am prepared to do what must be done to heal it. Will you march with me?
I await your word.
Eagerly,
Nessarose Thropp
Satisfied, she nods at the paper, which folds itself and slips into an envelope. An owl appears at her windowsill, takes the letter, and deposits it in a conspicuous place in the Mansion.
And, with great patience, she waits.