To the Azem of the Seventh Sun, Aodhan sehn Feolthan,
You have certainly caught my interest. I am familiar with the power the Sharlayans call the Echo only in passing; it is rare in Tural, as Galuf surely told you. His granddaughter is the only person I have met personally who possessed such an ability, and she was far too small at the time to say much of interest!
We have discussed your words with all due consideration, and taken the steps you advise. The list of crops to import for Mamook is interesting indeed, and it gives me great hope that something can be done to ease the suffering of the people to whom I was born.
As for the opportunity for a meeting, your terms are most curious indeed! We are well aware that there exist few beings on our scale, intelligent or not. Only a handful of the most ancient of the Yok Huy are larger, as perhaps you already know, well informed as you seem to be. I would find a meeting with an emissary of Meracydia agreeable even if you did not offer so many tantalizing mysteries - few indeed are those who have been to the southlands and lived to tell the tale, even in Sharlayan, or so my old friends have told me.
Consider yourself and your companion welcome in Tuliyollal any time after this letter comes into your possession. The Landsguard shall welcome you at any gate into the city of your choosing. We look forward to the chance to speak to you in person!
Gulool Ja Ja Dawnservant
You fold the letter back into its formerly-sealed case with a smile. At least one world leader isn't giving you too much trouble. Though perhaps you should have expected it, from the eldest of them who comes of mortal stock.
Still, as affable as he may have sounded in the letter - and you can well imagine the Head of Resolve dictating the words - you're certain that the reality of your letter's reception was not so easygoing. To hear the date of one's impending death by a stranger from across the sea is not an easy thing to believe or bear.
So it doesn't surprise you that the reply bore no mention of that, nor of Zoraal Ja's eventual betrayal, the golden city, or the things no one outside Mamook should know. Such things are too risky to put to a letter; you only did so because, as with Vrtra and Emet-Selch, you needed to cement the truth of what you know as quickly as possible.
Koana arrived on the same ship as this letter, to spend his next four years in the Studium and learn everything he can pack into his head. You observed him from a distance with a smile, before you pointed Moenbryda in his direction, another awkward erudite boy to tuck under her wings. But it isn't the Second Promise that you worry about, the one whose path you still hope to sway.
It isn't the Second Promise, nor the Third, who want for saving. And you hardly expect Zoraal Ja to make it easy - but you owe it to his siblings to try.
(For the Wuk Lamat and Koana and Gulool Ja you have lost. For the Zoraal Ja, Cahciua, and Gulool Ja Ja you can yet save.)
(And, still, for the Wuk Lamat you have yet to meet. If you can bring her a world where she never has to put her brother down like a mad dog, then that must be worth the cost of trying.)
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You have certainly caught my interest. I am familiar with the power the Sharlayans call the Echo only in passing; it is rare in Tural, as Galuf surely told you. His granddaughter is the only person I have met personally who possessed such an ability, and she was far too small at the time to say much of interest!
We have discussed your words with all due consideration, and taken the steps you advise. The list of crops to import for Mamook is interesting indeed, and it gives me great hope that something can be done to ease the suffering of the people to whom I was born.
As for the opportunity for a meeting, your terms are most curious indeed! We are well aware that there exist few beings on our scale, intelligent or not. Only a handful of the most ancient of the Yok Huy are larger, as perhaps you already know, well informed as you seem to be. I would find a meeting with an emissary of Meracydia agreeable even if you did not offer so many tantalizing mysteries - few indeed are those who have been to the southlands and lived to tell the tale, even in Sharlayan, or so my old friends have told me.
Consider yourself and your companion welcome in Tuliyollal any time after this letter comes into your possession. The Landsguard shall welcome you at any gate into the city of your choosing. We look forward to the chance to speak to you in person!
Gulool Ja Ja
Dawnservant
You fold the letter back into its formerly-sealed case with a smile. At least one world leader isn't giving you too much trouble. Though perhaps you should have expected it, from the eldest of them who comes of mortal stock.
Still, as affable as he may have sounded in the letter - and you can well imagine the Head of Resolve dictating the words - you're certain that the reality of your letter's reception was not so easygoing. To hear the date of one's impending death by a stranger from across the sea is not an easy thing to believe or bear.
So it doesn't surprise you that the reply bore no mention of that, nor of Zoraal Ja's eventual betrayal, the golden city, or the things no one outside Mamook should know. Such things are too risky to put to a letter; you only did so because, as with Vrtra and Emet-Selch, you needed to cement the truth of what you know as quickly as possible.
Koana arrived on the same ship as this letter, to spend his next four years in the Studium and learn everything he can pack into his head. You observed him from a distance with a smile, before you pointed Moenbryda in his direction, another awkward erudite boy to tuck under her wings. But it isn't the Second Promise that you worry about, the one whose path you still hope to sway.
It isn't the Second Promise, nor the Third, who want for saving. And you hardly expect Zoraal Ja to make it easy - but you owe it to his siblings to try.
(For the Wuk Lamat and Koana and Gulool Ja you have lost. For the Zoraal Ja, Cahciua, and Gulool Ja Ja you can yet save.)
(And, still, for the Wuk Lamat you have yet to meet. If you can bring her a world where she never has to put her brother down like a mad dog, then that must be worth the cost of trying.)