|From Cousin to Cousin|
|Summary:||Apple tree to a statue: a short missive from Danae to Cherise.|
|Date:||10/02/2012 (OOC Date)|
|Related Logs:||Misplaced Cousins|
|Written at the Roost|
|February 3rd, 289|
I imagine you will be surprised when this comes to you by way of Terrick hand instead of that of a Nayland, but I should hope it finds you well. My unseemly hand betrays my worry in that, unsteady upon this page, as I have heard of the events that took you to the front.
I'll ever try to steady it for you, knowing much how deeply you despise inelegance, even in things so simple as this. There now. That is steadier. My words come ill composed cousin, but I will be as clear as the graves shall permit.
I have now heard from the young Terrick Lord how the Haigh knight delivered the news of my Good Cousin's fall to you, and how hence you rode to seek him. I pray that the end of your ride found him better than your worst fears whispered. Although I have heard that he yet lives, that speaks little of the state in which he does. I shall not trust it until I see or hear it truly and well. Pass my prayers to him, for both him and his men in my stead.
Take care Cherise, you are delicate now and even the folded field of a battle is not somewhere that I would see you. It is not well for your yet birthed child. I also pray that hurried ride did not take too much that your delicate condition could not uphold. I hope what I had sent with you offers a little comfort to your needs. Keep their key close to your heart and be ever watchful for those serpents in your den. It is a troubled time.
There is only one thing that I might ask of you, beyond seeing my prayers passed and advice heeded. Little enough as that might be to you, dear one, as I expect you roll your eyes now in the reading. If you might appraise me of any news of that Westerlands that comes to your ears, by passing tongue or traveling man, I would be very grateful. The Terrick's young lord asked me to exchange what I might hear of the Banefort lands, but I dearly wish to hear of our own Crag lands as well.
Keep good counsel, dear one.