House Azik, Dog Lane, Port Caynn - two days ago
The journey and time catching up with her old friend left Alanna far more tired then she expected. Curling up in the room that had been allocated to her, the girl got out her writing utensils and Faithful got comfortable on her lap. Before she began, she paused. The odd sensation of power radiating from Chorus that she had been feeling for the past week had not disappeared. Instead, it felt like it was getting stronger. With a shake of her head, Alanna began to write.
Hey,
Sorry for the long delay. I tried to make it for Homecoming but Portalocity deposited me in a world without shrimp. I think Faithful is still traumatized. How was Homecoming? And Parent's Weekend? Everyone still sane and alive? Or well, at least no more insane then they were to begin with?
I've moved on from the desert to a friend's house in Port Caynn. Prince Jonathan had become the new Voice of the Tribes and had to go back to Chorus, my students had become full Shamans, and my school was in capable hands, so there was no reason for me stick around. Lightning is still broken.
Sorry, I don't have the last batch of letter yet, I haven't been back to Chorus and no one has visited me from there.
Hope you're all okay,
Alanna.
Dear Aeryn,
Sorry I missed your party. I hope you had fun and didn't get arrested. I'll see you at the wedding.
Alanna.
Alanna waited for the ink to dry before letting the letters fall into the flame. A moment later, the letters were back in her lap. She ogled the flame, the letters, and Faithful, who was fascinated by a ball of string he had found. A second try left her in the same position, with the letters still on her lap and not going through.
"Well, that's not good." She informed her cat. He meowed his agreement.
[ooc: No response possible, ooc comments welcome]
Hey,
Sorry for the long delay. I tried to make it for Homecoming but Portalocity deposited me in a world without shrimp. I think Faithful is still traumatized. How was Homecoming? And Parent's Weekend? Everyone still sane and alive? Or well, at least no more insane then they were to begin with?
I've moved on from the desert to a friend's house in Port Caynn. Prince Jonathan had become the new Voice of the Tribes and had to go back to Chorus, my students had become full Shamans, and my school was in capable hands, so there was no reason for me stick around. Lightning is still broken.
Sorry, I don't have the last batch of letter yet, I haven't been back to Chorus and no one has visited me from there.
Hope you're all okay,
Alanna.
Dear Aeryn,
Sorry I missed your party. I hope you had fun and didn't get arrested. I'll see you at the wedding.
Alanna.
Alanna waited for the ink to dry before letting the letters fall into the flame. A moment later, the letters were back in her lap. She ogled the flame, the letters, and Faithful, who was fascinated by a ball of string he had found. A second try left her in the same position, with the letters still on her lap and not going through.
"Well, that's not good." She informed her cat. He meowed his agreement.
[ooc: No response possible, ooc comments welcome]