[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

It wasn't long before the vampire had finished saying whatever she felt like the order's founding saint might need to know--or even just crossed her mind, particularly the disappointment that they [i]didn't[/i] work out a way to keep the griffin, a dangerous animal like that would make a great thing to try and pass the time in taming--and she turned her attention to the letter sent her way.

In truth, most of it wasn't [i]that[/i] interesting. It was mostly a matter of catching up on events of the past few years, and the sender's life and hers... well, they didn't have much in common now, did they? There was some similarity with her life before the Iron Roses had been founded in the amount of travelling, but their focus was distinctly different. Nor did Tyaethe really know how to feel about this daughter she had never met, no matter how interested she was in the Iron Roses.

It was the first contact they had had since the rebellion, though, and [i]that[/i] was a point of concern. She'd actually have to spend a good deal of time on her reply; that had changed a [i]lot[/i]. Or maybe she wouldn't even need to? She mentioned her daughter was interested in joining and maybe they would be paying a visit soon. Definitely an undercurrent of disapproval, there--maybe she wanted them to paint a picture of the place as unwelco--

For the third time, the sound of running feet interrupted her train of thought.

[i]"Segremors! Segremors! Goddesses above, what are you [b]doing?[/b]"[/i] Tyaethe called as the man came into sight. Although the chance he would understand more than his name was quite low, as the entire sentence was in elven--moreover, the variant spoken by the high elves over the vale, not the variant used by wood elves, which had been far more influenced over the years by the human languages.

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