Letters to Hilana

[Hilana Chenzira]

Matsi Chenzira Hilana's Mailbox

Hilana usually receives mail through Sweet Remedies in the Port Vasta District of the Luxium, where she works.

[Chronicle]

Word From the North
Searing 3rd, 124th Year, A.o.S.

On a hot and dry day like any other experienced within the Luxium, when she had just finished her latest patchwork on a patient, Hilana would soon hear the soft sound... of a bell. A tiny bell that often remains attached to a collar, one that when looked at, revealed there to be a cat sitting on the nearby table in the room with her. A Karnorian Longhair with beautiful fur white as the snows of the Wildking's Forge, donning a rather expensive color made of gold and encrusted gems. Hanging from the collar next to that tiny bell was a slip of sealed parchment paper, waiting for the young Vastiana to accept it as the cat remained seated on the table.

Strangely enough, the cat visibly stared and watched Hilana during his wait, and with but only a single mew, shifted his gaze toward the window while Hilana investigated the note. Seeing that the wax seal was the familiar crest of the House of Waves she'd visited off and on, it quickly became apparent where this cat and letter had come from. In that time, the cat bolted from his perch on the table, sauntered across the floor, and vanished through the open window frame within the blink of an eye.

The contents of the letter would be revealed as this:

Dearest Hilana,

We hope that you are doing well lately after your latest venture in Ecith, Rickter has told only a little bit about what took place down there. Despite that, we look forward to when you visit again, and would be happy to accommodate you should you choose to stay any given length of time here. The North has actually grown noticeably warmer lately, so much so that this next piece of news I have to share may coincide with this.

The House has tried to limit the circulation of this news throughout the city, as we do not yet fully comprehend the semantics behind this. This is probably why you're wondering why we've gone to unusual lengths to deliver such a message to you, specifically, as we sought a private channel that could successfully deliver this means of communication safely.

As of the 1st of Sundered Rise, our patron Rickter has fallen into an unshakeable slumber that he has yet to awaken from. While I've always known him to be a heavy sleeper in the time we've spent together, this seems to be a rather unusual circumstance given that he usually responds or awakens in time. This, however... seems different. We're not sure if it's an affliction he might've unknowingly brought home with him, but if it were, then there would certainly be others who would've experienced the same ordeal.

We have a running theory on the matter, related to his Divine nature that is, but without any considerable research, it only remains conjecture. Such has been our obstacle when searching for any articles or texts on any Lords of Frost prior to Him. Regardless, we're keeping the news among closely private channels, so that those Rickter is considerably dear to know of his current condition.

Again, we would love to host another visit for you, maybe even a collaboration on what the possible causes on this sudden circumstance might be. Until then, please continue to look after yourself and your sister. We'll await news from you with eagerness.

With love and regards,
Telion