*Written in Yongrel*
Dear Grimaldus,
I trust that my knowledge of your language has extended enough to my writing to make this letter understandable… for, I wanted to write to you in your own tongue.
When you wake, you will find me gone. I have told
the others, but you were sleeping so peacefully that I was loathe to wake you. I hope your dreams are pleasant this night.
I have taken Secilia to Alcarin. She needs to know
about her mother's people, her Elven half, if she is ever going to reach her true potential and find peace with herself.
And, ultimately, isn't that what we all desire? To be at peace with ourselves? You seem to find it with your quests... Hasim will hopefully find it when his revenge is complete and he returns to claim his son... Inira and Dekar?... I fear that if she becomes a vampire, she will never know true peace... for how can anyone find peace when they can never feel the first rays of the morning sun kiss their face? Ah, but maybe that is just my personal bias speaking... after all, some humans seem to be content spending their entire lives indoors.
But me? I rarely find peace... our first night together in Wei Jang was the first time that I have felt true peace since I was roaming the forests of Alcarin some years ago... I haven't told you that before, but I hope that it sheds light on why I am taking Secilia home.
Home... such a strange word that encompasses so many things for each different person... I used to think it was Alcarin itself, but it is not. Home for me is my parents' house, more especially, my father's workshop. Yes, I have parents who are alive and well... Thavron and Arasil… I avoid bringing them up in general, because I don't know how to talk about my parents, when I'm apparently the only person in our party who had a happy childhood…
But, I digress… I am taking Secilia to the library at the university, and to my home. I hope to be able to show her a bit of what her mother may have been like…
And, I want to see if the princess is there, in which case, I may try to reclaim the shards of the staff of changes. But on a more personal level, many questions were raised when I spoke with the axiomyte in Wei Jang… questions that I need to know the answers to, lest they eat away at my mind. Questions about the history of my people, as well as Filandrel’s personal ties to that history. I know that you will likely disagree with my decision, and you are likely correct to do so, but this is something that I have to do. So I will see if my former master is keeping his regular office hours at the university, and go speak with him. I need these answers, Grimaldus. I hope you understand that…
I will be back tomorrow, the following day at the absolute latest.
With Love,
Inara
P.S. Meriwald insists that I write that you are currently snoring… loudly.