In the early morning, Mal'valen and Aomaho sat together at the breakfast table, puzzling over a letter that had been addressed to Mal'valen Sunspeaker, yet oddly seemed not to be for him. Aomaho read it, and the priest across the table frowned as he folded his hands together.
Dearest brother,
It has been quite some time since we've been together - almost forty years? What a pleasant surprise to find that you've your own village, and under such a fitting name. I've even heard talk that it may become a kingdom soon, and what a fine king you would be indeed.
I know that we've had our quarrels in the past, but I truly wish to make amends. I've changed, brother. I'm not the haughty brat I once was, and while I know you may not offer forgiveness, I ask only to be able to see you once more, to apologize for my wrongdoings.
You may not like to see me as I am, but physically blind as I may be, my transformation has helped open my eyes more than you could imagine. I hope that you can accept me as I am now - then again, you always had the bigger heart of the two of us.
I hope that your son and his wife are well. It is my wish to make amends with them also; I was rather terrible to them before, but I've learned and have seen the error of my ways.
I look forward to seeing you soon, my wonderful brother.
With love, Anaxandyr Sunspeaker
Aomaho looked up from the letter and knitted his brow slightly. "Do you recognize this name, Mal?" he inquired, though it was an unnecessary question. He could feel his partner through their link, sorting through his memories to find any trace of an "Anaxandyr."
Shaking his head, the priest let out a quiet sigh and rubbed at his eye. Both of them could feel his emotions welling up, but of course, thanks to Mal'valen's unliving state, no tears fell. "He's looking for my grandfather," he responded quietly. "But... I don't remember any mention of my father having an uncle..."
"Probably because of what was mentioned in this," Aomaho remarked, waving the letter a bit. "If he is in need of welcoming, then we shall do so, especially if he is disabled like that."
A small part of Mal'valen worried that Anaxandyr was contacting him - well, the person he thought was his brother - because of the financial benefits that might accompany him. He knew nothing of his great uncle and grandfather's relationship except what was written in the letter - in fact, he realized, the Elven side of his family was mostly shrouded in mystery. He knew only that he was named for his grandfather, and that was that.
"I suppose we shall," the Priest finally responded. He could feel a more familiar aura approaching - one tainted with Fel magic - and stood, setting the letter aside. "Be careful in Arathi," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to Aomaho's chin before heading out to greet Scarlotte and Severin.
