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amairylle: Art of my sylvari commander from guild wars 2. She is a purple plant person with leafy orange hair, and is smiling slightly. (feorylle)
[personal profile] amairylle

Trahearne,

Your letter must have made it to the Grove just after I left for Lion’s Arch. No matter. It made it to me in the end, and I’m glad to have received it.

I’m afraid I don’t have good news for you about Caithe. I watched her try to convince Destiny’s Edge to reforge and it was… awful. Such cruelty! They’re still torn up over so many things, and taking it out on each other. Caithe’s taking it hard, as best I can tell. But she left so quickly after the meeting it’s hard for me to say. The norn, Air I think, has some sort of plan. I hope it works, for Caithe’s sake.

“Uneventful” is not the word I would use to describe my trip to the priory. I met my mentor, Magister Sieran, in Lion’s Arch. Have you met her? She’s so bright and enthusiastic! Almost a little much for my tastes, but she grows on me more by the day, as does her casual disregard for the rules. We went to investigating a dwarven tomb at Molent Summit on the way to the priory. We found some great relics, but so did the dredge, unfortunately. We’re fine, I promise, but there were a fair few more of them than there were of us, so my arm’s a little wonky for a couple more days. Steward Gixx has us working on translating them now, and Sieran and I are going to head out as soon as I recuperate.

As for the priory itself, I hardly have the words. The atmosphere of the whole place is intoxicating, somewhere between reverence and hunger for knowledge. I feel as if I could spend a lifetime here and still not read everything. That there are new discoveries added to the archive all the time doesn’t help at all with that, of course. I haven’t seen much of it—we handed Steward Gixx the relics he found and he sent me off to the healers’ as soon as he was done exclaiming over them—but what I have seen is warm and wonderful, and I can’t wait to sink my roots into it. It’s a stark contrast from the mountains outside. The Shiverpeaks are beautiful, but I’ll need new armor for the cold. How do you stand it? I feel sapped as soon as I step outside.

I hope negotiations have been going well for you. Have the nobles been generous? How soon until you set out?

Your friend,
Feorylle


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