you've got mail - send my muse a letter!
@laperlina said: đź“ - a letter that was never sent (it ends up burned, crumpled, etc.).
THE TIME HAS NOT COME YET, for Nature's avatar upon earth to show this little water fairy a certain bookshelf. A certain compartment, crafted with a special (if not paranoid) hand within a too-loose shelf at the very bottom. Nothing has become so dire - not yet, for Mare to have a "search here should something happen to me" conversation. That, and she could practically hear Adelaide's lively little eyeballs roll within their sockets should such a conversation were to take place.
Even so, the letter sits, scripted in a sharp, almost unreadable hand.
If you are reading this, then my voice within you has gone. Whether you perceive this with relief or with sadness, I won't speculate. You're a strange girl, and I have loved you for it.
That is all you should know about me, really. Nature, for all of her wrath -- that is, our wrath -- has loved you all this time. Such will be the same should another mouthpiece come to find you, and I hope it does.
But now for business, little shark. I have attached maps to point to my different dwelling places, which should supply you with all manners of herbs, minerals, spells, etc. Forbidden knowledge of centuries past. I would tell you to use it wisely, but even in death, I know I cannot tell you what to do. You have no need for money, but have all of mine anyway. I have little in the way of jewelry, but some may surprise you.
Whatever you desire, Adelaide, you can take it. By force, by charm, by wit - it is all within your grasp. I have only confidence in you.
With all my affection laid bare,
Mare.
P.S. Give that bitch Morgana my bitter regards for outlasting me, will you?
