Special Delivery|Sensatia

[Darastrix]

A young woman approaches and regards the high walls of Sensatia with a slight expression of puzzlement. How in the world is she supposed to do her job like this?

"Um...excuse me? I have a delivery for Lord Thelon," she yells up at the wall, hoping someone would hear.

[Kender Bard]

A mind teleported in front of her, smiling. "Ah, okay." He held out his hands. "Give it here, m'lady, and we'll deliver it."

[Darastrix]

The messenger hesitates slightly, accustomed to being able to give items to their recipients directly. But, on the other hand, she's already been paid for this delivery, and she does have other places to go.

"Well...all right," she finally says, pulling a letter from her satchel with Thelon's name written across the front in delicate script. "You know, you might want to think about having a bell of some sort installed out here," she adds, handing the letter to the Mind.

[Kender Bard]

"We're working on it," the Mind admitted, accepting the letter. "Life is been so crazy lately. I guess it's the little things that get neglected." He touched his forehead in a semi-salute. "G'day to you then, m'lady."

[Darastrix]

"And a good day to you, sir." This delivery seen so, she checks a paper tucked into her bag. "Next stop, Ilyamen," she mutters to herself as she steps up into the air to travel to her new destination.

[Kender Bard]

The Mind shielded his eyes and watched her go before teleporting to Thelon's. The man was gazing with a semi-wretched expression out a window, idly stroking his son's hair as the young man dozed on Thelon's lap. He flicked his gaze to the messenger. "Yes?"

"Letter for you sir," the Mind responded, handing it over. Thelon frowned and looked it over for a name.

[Darastrix]

The thick envelope gives no clues to the origin of the letter nor its sender, though Master Thelon's name is written in the same flowing black script as another letter he received some months back.

[Kender Bard]

He stares at the words. Maybe it's a coincidence. Just in case... He sets the letter down on a small table and picks his son up, carrying him to his bedroom and tucking him in. Once alone, then he picks up the letter, opens it, and braces himself as he reads.

[Darastrix]

The words are written in the same delicate style as those on the envelope, though it appears the writer's hand had begun shaking halfway through. And unlike the last letter, the author has not only capitalised and word referring to the Mind, all words referring to himself are in lowercase, as if to emphasize his own worthlessness. The letter reads thusly:


my Dear Lord and Master,

i beg Your forgiveness once more for my boldness in addressing You thusly, and for my lengthy silence in the past months. i fear it unconscionably rude of me to startle You with such news and make no attempt to better explain myself for so long. But it is so very hard to express oneself in words when one feels so strongly and painfully. When my feelings and thoughts of You occupy every walking hour and follow me into sleep, what room is there for words? But emotion cannot be put down so easily as ink from a quill, so please indulge my attempt at eloquence.

i am bound to You, my Master, surely as if You had chained me to Your side. Please do not be disturbed at this; i am glad to be so bound. Nothing in my life gives me greater joy than the thought of serving You, of submitting to Your will. And nothing pains me more than not being able to actually do so. i am Yours, mind and soul, but my body is far away and i feel the strain of the distance wearing me thin. Please understand--without Your guiding prescence, I drift from day to day despairingly. my work suffers. i suffer. i beg Your acceptance, Master. my only joy is in shades and shadows, the unfulfilled dreams of a desperately loyal servant who, upon waking, is beaten down with the reality of having to struggle through another day without You.

Can You not see it? i will do anything for You. Serve You, protect You, die for You. You could beat me Yourself, if it were Your pleasure to do so, and i would submit willingly. Who am i to refuse? You own me completely, do what You will. Just please...accept me.

Please forgive me, Master. i am lost without You.

Your humble servant,

E

[Kender Bard]

Thelon shuddered, but he had expected something like this. He read through the entire thing because it was like watching a horrible accident; you simply could not look away, even though you know the details would burn themselves horrifically in your memory. And Thelon's memory was excellent.

He resisted the urge to throw the letter away. ~Tres!~ he cried out. ~Come into the study, please!~

[Northen Light36]

"Thelon? What is it?" Tres asks, coming into the study with Flame in her arms. She's visibly nervous to someone who knows her, having been on edge ever since the ghost attacks, but she's keeping her nerves under control. Her concern grows as she takes in Thelon's expression. "Thelon, what's happened?" she asks, coming over.

[Kender Bard]

Thelon holds out the letter and his other arm, offering to exchange. "Another letter," he said grimly. "At least Xavier seems to have returned from wherever he went. He'll be over shortly."

[Devon]

Xavier appears standing in the corner of Thelon's study. Glancing at Tres and her daughter in her arm he frowns for a moment. "I have something I need to discuss with you Thelon."

[Northen Light36]

Tres nods a greeting to Xavier before handing Flame to Thelon and taking the letter. With a grim look, she takes a seat and begins to read.

[Kender Bard]

Thelon was gazing between his wife and his daughter, cradling Flame close. "Yes, Xavier?" he asked. Then added, ~What is it?~ It wasn't as if Tres could overhear their mental conversations.