Sharyssa ran her hand over her face again before looking down at the empty parchment. She just had to write a letter, why was it so hard? She glanced at the numerous crumpled pieces around the bin. Failed attempts from earlier, all fo them.
It had nothing to do about how guilty she felt, definitely not. The young arcanist exhaled and started writing again.
First of all, I would like to apologize for not contacting you sooner, and for breaking my promise about staying in touch.
I know a single apology does not make it right. However, I would like to explain, if I can...
I am not sure exactly how much Alyth'Rea shared with you when you met. She did not tell me, but I assume you know the general situation. Yes, I have lost my left arm from the shoulder down. It was an accident. I have managed to contain the explosion, but my arm was the price.
I received a lot of help directly after, and my disappearance is not due to their attempts being inadequate. It was just... too much to handle. I could not even get a handle on my own emotions, and the sudden amount of care was overwhelming. I wanted to be alone, but noone would let me. I had to disappear, or I would lose what remained of my sanity after going through an something like that.
Logically, I understood it was a decision that would hurt people, you included... but I had no choice. I knew that being alone can be counterproductive, but at the time it felt like the one true option.
Having written all this down, I have found it cannot properly convey my thoughts and feelings. Therefore, I would like to try to explain them better, among the other things that happened while I was away... in person, if you are willing to meet me.
In case you agree, the location would be up to your choice.
That said, I find it a bit ironic that you settled in Suramar not long after I have moved to Dalaran. If not for you running into my little sister, I would have no idea where to send this letter.
I am looking forward to your reply.
Yours sincerely,
Sharyssa Dustshade
The young arcanist finally put the pen down, checking her work. It felt oddly formal, but Shar felt she had no right to the casual tone she shared with Saedre before. Not until they have talked, if her former mentor was willing.
They nightborne sighed and sealed the letter magically so only Saedre could open it, and sent it to the postmaster's office to be delivered with a few gestures of ehr hand.
