A Letter Home
A heavily adorned hand whisped through the sea breeze, whistling, as it snatched a familiar seal out of talons grasp. An off white roll of parchment settled in the hands of its taker, the cheap, waxy emblem slowly cut away with long dark, but neatly kept nails. The paper’s unfolded contents would reveal sloppy ink and fuzzy letters implying that there hadn’t been enough time to dry its words.
Mistress Elly,
I regret to tell ya about your knave of a father, but he’s well…
There was a large ink blot in the middle of the sentence.
He married off your sis to some brute for some simple ol trade routes it seems instead of you. He was actually serious bout it all! Not only that but to make matters worse, people call him Wolf? Some of the women make comments bout ravenous behavior. Hate to say it but you got to interfear this time. Old man took it too far and now your sis is off with some man who is either a good for nothing noble or worse, a war obsessed, money drove noble. Any way, sure a man your father chose aint worth his salt. I’ll update you as more information comes with her wearbouts.
Yours Truly, And Time to Get back To Work
The note, as usual, was poorly written, but the violent shredding of the letter was certainly not because of it’s writing, rather the contents of the letter instead. Just as the parchment came, it went, up in the breeze to be engulfed by the sea’s madness.
There was silence for what could have been many minutes, or just several seconds. Pursed, full rosy lips beautifully hid the gritting teeth of Elleiris’s nearly mute anger. Narrowed frosty green eyes glared out over the distant horizon thoughtfully, and in one small foot moment she turned on her heels. Raising an index she shoved it in the direction of amidship. A light voice rang out over the hardwood environment in two simple lines, “Turn this thing around soon as the wind sees fit. It’s soon time to feed the fish…”