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[NightShade]

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Lady Wisteria, lost sister of the Druids, mounted her horse Shadow and urged him forth quickly. Not even the earth could help her. They had tried everything, her loyal druids to right the wrong that had occurred. Yet to no avail. Tavish En'Dahren was injured by none other than their own sister, Maelwyn ab'Arawn. Something had happened to her and Wisteria shuddered in fright. The balance was shifted...the lands of Sosaria wept as grey droplets of rain poured down her face mingling with her own tears and the winds howled.

What darkness had claimed her sister Maelwyn, she feared for all the lands as she felt the balance shifting... She didnt know how long what was left of her fellow druids could keep these changes at bay.

She decided to speak to someone she had never met before last night, though she hated to disturb the recovering Duchess, it was necessary for her to go back to the beginning. Perhaps there was something she had missed.

Arriving home her hair soaking with the tear soaked rain Wisteria quickly penned few notes.

Dear Duchess Molly Willow,

I hope your strength returns, my blessings upon you and your family. It is only under dire circumstances that I would contact you in your time of renewal and recovery. Please Milady, I must speak with you about the event that released you from your dark prison.

Lady Wisteria De'Chambray

Sending a wisp to deliver it she turned to pen the next note

Alonwynn,
I hope you are well my friend I sense your presence and I hope this letter finds you. Former sister of the Druids it is urgent I speak to you about a matter most grave.
Much love to you my friend,
Wisty

She entrusted the letter to Shadow as she was sure that he would search out Alonwynn's mare Reaper and soon find Alonwynn not far away.

Shade, Sister,

I must speak with you. Dolls Shade?

Wisty...

The last letter Wisty sent with Shade's Mockingbird, and the bird stared golden-eyed with contempt at her. She tied it to the birds leg and he bit her hand. Angrily Wisty spoke to him. If you dont want to be transformed into a slug, fowl travesty of nature you will deliver my letter. The Mockingbird screeched loudly and flew frightened out the window.
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[NightShade]

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Mimus flew screeching thru the window of Shades bedroom as she slept content upon her bed. She sat up surprised in bed. Mimus stop that racket you will wake the dead....

That sent Shade into peels of laughter at the truth to her words. She patted Mimus on the head and frowned at the scroll tied to his leg. She new this seal, and scowled. Well good lord Mimus the prodigal sister returns...I thought she was out traveling or some such, hiding from me. Shade laughed wickedly.

She read the short note and shook her head. She is lucky I am in a good mood. Shade had had a good dinner last night and she hugged herself tightly, reaching about in the bed for her robe. Pulling it on she left the room sleepily in search for a quill and ink. Writing the note in fresh blood as she knew that would disgust her sister she began:

Wisty,

Hahahhahahahahah, what you think I stole one of your toys? I dont know what you are talking about. Dolls indeed. (Shade let out a snicker at this) You can forget it Wisty, be thankful I dont want to see you and count your blessing my dear for your tree hugging days are numbered. Now leave me in peace.

Nightshade Strathmore
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[Molly]

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Dear Lady Wisteria De'Chambray,

Your post indeed finds me and my family in a state of renewed happyness and myself healing well. would be most willing to meet with you. Let me know when it would be convenient.

Sincerely,
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Grand Duchess Molly Kaldhel
Oracle of Truth
The House Gauntlet
Sanctus, Luna, Malas
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXoGDbJ5nLU
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"In politics, if you want anything said, ask a man. If you want anything done, ask a woman."
-Margaret Thatcher-

[NightShade]

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The morning air flew over her face, cold and biting.

Her hand shook as she wrote a quickly penned note in reply to the letter:

Dear Duchess,
If it would please you, I would like to meet tonight or tomorrow night anytime after Ten O'clock in the eastern skies.

Wisteria
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...