Emery barked a dry laugh. It wasn't a bad point. Rip it off like a bandage, eh? Perhaps Alkereth was right, because God help her, she hadn't actually had any plans at all to tell him about this anytime soon. Not because she didn't trust him, but because it was too difficult to relive. She would tell him eventually, just as he'd planned to tell her eventually, and who knew when
eventually actually was?
What an icebreaker, goddamn.
"I believe you," she said at last as she pulled Hilda to a stop in the shade of those trees. "I can hardly blame you for being, erm,
hesitant to tell me about—" She made a vague, helpless hand gesture, grimacing. "—
all that. You know. Me being me and everything."
She dismounted and gave Hilda a pat on the rump, then took a deep breath, letting his reassurance ground her. It was going to be okay, he said, and she knew he was right—but she still wanted to flee. With trembling hands, she fished the letter out of her pocket and tried to hide her shaking by taking her time and smoothing out imaginary creases.
Fuck, she was going to puke.
"And I'm a fucking chickenshit about this, so...who knows how long I'd pussyfoot around it." She shifted a look over to him. "'She said, as she stalled...again.' Ah, fuck it. Get over here."
Before she could lose her nerve, she broke the wax seal and unfolded the letter—which was blank.
Until ink slowly spread across the page.
Woah there Emery.
Calm down.
Emery jumped so hard she nearly dropped it, sucking in air through her teeth. "What the—"
Ease your grip, you're gonna tear the paper.
Reflexively, she relaxed her grip a little, though her fingers left damp spots on the paper.
That's better.
You finally decided to open the letter. That means your argument is in a lull and you and Alkereth are resting on the shade of a copse.
Try to keep calm, your shaking hands are going to make it harder to read.
Do you need Alkereth to read it to you?
I knew appealing to your pride would do the trick.
"Oh, screw you," she muttered under her breath.
Now-
I promised I'd tell you where the mage is, and in this letter you'll get what you want. But consider if it's what you need?
Ansgar was not as anti-mage as you Connlaothians are today. When he waged his war, he wanted to protect everyone from any further tragedy that unchecked magic could cause. He wanted magic controlled, and regulated. He himself understood that mordecai and adhara are psionicists. Alkereth can explain what that means.
Ansgar didn't want mages wiped from the Earth. The genocide the Connlaothians have endeavored toward has caused countless tragedies. Mothers and fathers taken from their families simply for having the ability to use magic. Untrained children accidentally killing family or friends because they didn't know how to control the powers they came into. That mage that killed your family? His family was taken from him when he was the age you were when he took his vengeance on the mordecai that caused it, your mother. Now you will do the same, and perpetuate the cycle of violence and suffering.
Just something to consider.
You will find the mage, Torley, in Serendipity, in a small town named Sableview. You won't find it on any current maps Connlaoth has, but the people of Featherfall can direct you. The small town is fairly well known. An older mage there is locally famous for saving several families from a burning temple.
On a side note.
If you want to learn more about psionicists and the varying powers they can have, you should make a trip to Adela. They have many there. Even their dragons use psionics.
Oh, and Alkereth is amused by the fact that you have a sun and moon emblem on your back. Not of my doing I might add, I did not imagine this outcome when I mentioned the goddesses. There are some things that even I can't foresee.
I wish you luck in your travels. If the goddesses deem you need my intervention, or meddling, in the future, you can refer to me as Ritousaey, or just Rit.
-<3
Emery was silent, save for the sound of her slow, shaky breaths.