A letter to Ms Scarlet

[henrik_paulsen]

[Warnings for Henrik working through the 'anger' stage of the grieving process--sections of this may read as character-bashing, but I want to establish from the beginning that the sentiments expressed here are in-character and are not shared by the player.]

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[scarletolj]

While Scarlet receives the letter in the morning, it is just as she is leaving to spend some time at Court. The correspondence is tucked into her shawl, wrapped around the blood red velvet of her dress.

It isn't until she accompanies the students to Tyrant's Garden that the opportunity presents itself; she offers to be the scout for their shared honey-dream, giving her time among the delicate blue fungi to read Henrik's letter.

Beautiful young hedonists curled around her, Scarlet reads, her finger absently tracing beneath her lower lip as her eyes scan the page. She nods, a smile growing slowly; she is moved to laughter at the bold and dangerous terminology--a dark velvet of a sound.

As she continues to read, her hand moves to the long flaxen hair of one of the students--playing with it like a young girl toys with ribbons. Her lips are a satisfied curve of a line, a small sigh escaping as she finishes.

She will read it again later -several times -in the dimness of her parlour before she will fold it with reverence and place it with her