Andreo thumbed through papers, his lashes low and his eyes mere thin bands of glowing green. The tip of his tongue rubbed at a rough spot on his lower lip, a couple small cuts crossing the inside of it left to heal naturally.
“Do you still prefer I call you Eidan, or shall we leave that to Shattrath now? I didn’t mention it this last time, but the fade looks lovely. I quite like it better than your matching my red. After all, there can only be one!”
The letter bore elegant script, written by a practiced hand, even if the subject matter was a tad bit silly.
“You know I hate doing the official stuff, these days. Got it out of the way for you before the weekend came up, however. Support to claims, a note on relations. Tell Jack that Green asked after him, too? We haven’t been able to get a hold of him, lately. Something about performance reviews. He’ll get it. On another personal note, Lorren’s apt in arithmetic. Really takes after his father, there. Somehow, I can’t help but think that will just tickle you pink. Believe Jack might like to know that one, too. That kind of stuff ran in his side of the family, right?”
Andreo leaned back in his chair and briefly balanced it on two legs, then sank forward again. Ambient lighting in the tower tuned down subtly as he hummed softly beneath his breath. Pulling his journal aside, he made quick notes in it.
Placing the letter from Astrell aside, he rubbed the side of his face.
The next in the stack was on very, very expensive paper, but only had a few words. “AD, I didn’t expect you’d truly walk out on me. It was funny! You know it was funny. I even punned it. You love that stuff.”
The priest didn’t bother reading the rest of it and chucked that one off the side of his desk. Whoops. It must have slipped.
He glanced over a short note from an old business partner, job offerings for Eidaneth, none of which particularly caught his eye. Especially now that keeping up appearances on that front proved near impossible. He just couldn’t pull off the voidmage act anymore. Wrong kind of magic for it. Probably time to retire that one altogether save for a few lines of trade with the Consortium, an easy thing to do. It was slightly too well known of a name for his comfort’s sake, anyway. Another note went into the journal.