*Snow-white, Ferin wings his way to you. He perches, his head cocked, and looks at Kineada with a question in his eyes. He seems to understand something, and once the missive has been read, takes the scroll in his beak and arrives at Orn's side. He drops the beak-creased scroll into his lap and gives a screech. He vanishes just as fast to deliver his remaining missive to Vorcet.*
Kineada and Vorcet,
I write this because I have been quite involved in my newest family and growing settled in here has been... new and a slight bit difficult. Change ever is.
At any rate - I met with Ror some time ago and he showed interest in bringing culture and education to Westbridge. As I have a past with him, I was hoping that one of you might arrange to speak with him and consider what he has to say. I'm not opposed to seeing a library and school in Westbridge for the newly liberated.
We can offer at least something - be it teachers or scribes perhaps to aid in getting the endeavor on its feet - if we choose to involve ourselves.
Should you have need of me, I can be found in the cottage in the eastern section of the Druid's Grove. I will likely be here for a bit longer, attempting to settle Matinus into some semblance of a family life that he's been missing for so long. He reminds me so much of Orn - a strong boy with a good heart and capable mind.
Wishing you well,
Sanria
Family Life
Sanria had a moment to herself. Gilean was still at the temple, as he had been for many late nights. He would come back to the cottage worn out, the people of Westbridge still needing healing and help long after the battle with Kefka had passed. She had put Nioma to bed, tucked Matinus in after reading to him (a pasttime the boy seemed unable to get enough of), and settled herself in the library with her pack.
She found her unfinished note to the Keepers and cursed herself. In all her time with Gilean and settling in to a new life she had completely forgotten Ror's request. It was simple enough to finish the missive to her fellow leaders and send it off. After the last time in the cafe with Ror, she felt it best she remain as much out of his life as possible. Being strictly business with a past flame was never one of Sanria's strong suits.
Finished with the missive, Sanria opened her window and called to Ferin. Though it was dark, the falcon appeared on wings nearly as silent as an owl. "Take this to Vorcet and Kineada my friend." She sent a mental image to the bird and watched as he vanished into the trees.
As Sanria stared out into the star-studded night sky, a movement caught her gaze. She looked down into the trees and caught the small motion of a tiny red light move in a small arc. In the darkness it brightened, then dimmed as it went back down again. The motion repeated once again before it vanished. It was unsettling, not knowing what it was before her, and Sanria closed the window and drew the drapes. Something wasn't right.
She found her unfinished note to the Keepers and cursed herself. In all her time with Gilean and settling in to a new life she had completely forgotten Ror's request. It was simple enough to finish the missive to her fellow leaders and send it off. After the last time in the cafe with Ror, she felt it best she remain as much out of his life as possible. Being strictly business with a past flame was never one of Sanria's strong suits.
Finished with the missive, Sanria opened her window and called to Ferin. Though it was dark, the falcon appeared on wings nearly as silent as an owl. "Take this to Vorcet and Kineada my friend." She sent a mental image to the bird and watched as he vanished into the trees.
As Sanria stared out into the star-studded night sky, a movement caught her gaze. She looked down into the trees and caught the small motion of a tiny red light move in a small arc. In the darkness it brightened, then dimmed as it went back down again. The motion repeated once again before it vanished. It was unsettling, not knowing what it was before her, and Sanria closed the window and drew the drapes. Something wasn't right.
The Ruins of Tru
Westbridge, trading hub and recently liberated city from the Vectorians, was at the forefront of Ror's mind today. The people in this city needed its spirit uplifted. And to do so, he had proposed a theatre and school be build. And so Ror found himself in the library of the TriPower Kingdom with the map of Westbridge in front of him. He needed to find a location for the buildings in the city and it was quite a hassle. Leaning back in his chair, Ror contemplated the situation at hand.
It all boiled down to the same thing, didn't it? There was probably not enough space and something might have to go. But what? And if you were going to take down one thing... well there was a whole list of things that one could wish for to be improved. You could send children to school but with the gangs in the south of the city, that was easier said than done. Besides, with people beaten into poverty who could miss an extra pair of hard-working hands? Finding teachers is relatively easy. Helping people send their kids to school? Very problematic. And for the theatre, to stimulate culture in town, you need people to be able to pay their tickets. In short, this place needed jobs that paid well. In other words, economic growth that allowed the common man to rise above his current standing and send his child to school.
He scratched the side of his face and muttered under his breath about the complexity of the problem. He needed to talk to some Keepers of Balance leaders that would hopefully tell him he not to draw this out bigger than it needed to be. But what if they would agree with him? The sheer time it would then take... and keep him away from his books.... He leaned forward. What a scary prospect.
Shaking his head, he rolled up the map and put it away. It was too soon to think about that, he told himself. Best to put it aside. After all, Sanria had said that the other leaders would take over from her and chat with him about it and that hadn't happened at all. So there was still plenty of time. And Ror was determined to use that time well.
In fact, today he would meet up with a Radiant Heart leader, Psycho, and they would discuss matters on Westbridge on Ror's request. He wanted to visit the Ruins of Tru to check out the Theatre there as Sanria had suggested. But the place could be dangerous and so he needed a little help. Getting up from his chair, and putting his coat back on, he wondered if that theatre would be similar to the one in Daggerford or not. It probably was, otherwise she wouldn't have suggested it, would she?
Ror smirked, before fastening the top button of his uniform and exiting the library.
It all boiled down to the same thing, didn't it? There was probably not enough space and something might have to go. But what? And if you were going to take down one thing... well there was a whole list of things that one could wish for to be improved. You could send children to school but with the gangs in the south of the city, that was easier said than done. Besides, with people beaten into poverty who could miss an extra pair of hard-working hands? Finding teachers is relatively easy. Helping people send their kids to school? Very problematic. And for the theatre, to stimulate culture in town, you need people to be able to pay their tickets. In short, this place needed jobs that paid well. In other words, economic growth that allowed the common man to rise above his current standing and send his child to school.
He scratched the side of his face and muttered under his breath about the complexity of the problem. He needed to talk to some Keepers of Balance leaders that would hopefully tell him he not to draw this out bigger than it needed to be. But what if they would agree with him? The sheer time it would then take... and keep him away from his books.... He leaned forward. What a scary prospect.
Shaking his head, he rolled up the map and put it away. It was too soon to think about that, he told himself. Best to put it aside. After all, Sanria had said that the other leaders would take over from her and chat with him about it and that hadn't happened at all. So there was still plenty of time. And Ror was determined to use that time well.
In fact, today he would meet up with a Radiant Heart leader, Psycho, and they would discuss matters on Westbridge on Ror's request. He wanted to visit the Ruins of Tru to check out the Theatre there as Sanria had suggested. But the place could be dangerous and so he needed a little help. Getting up from his chair, and putting his coat back on, he wondered if that theatre would be similar to the one in Daggerford or not. It probably was, otherwise she wouldn't have suggested it, would she?
Ror smirked, before fastening the top button of his uniform and exiting the library.
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