Sitting on her blankets on the floor of her garret, Adriwyn pulled the lap-desk she’d bought over her legs, and arranged its little workspace to her liking. She composed her thoughts for a few moments, and finally started writing. This time, she used her left hand. It look longer to avoid smearing the ink, but the quality of her calligraphy was better this way.
Dear Lady Renita,
I hope this letter finds you doing well. Of course, since you barely know me, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m writing at all. I can only hope that knowing me as one of the Roses and as a donor puts you in some mind to consider the offer I’m about to write out.
It has occurred to me that you may be needing additional assistance for a while, especially in regards your support for Kryta’s veterans. I am offering my services as an assistant in such regards, to the extent that I can make the time for such, or for that matter, that our slight acquaintance will allow you to consider.
Yours,
Adriwyn Jardin
After leaving the ink to dry sufficiently on the page, she placed into an envelope and sealed it. Of course the seal wasn’t registered, nor would it be familiar even if it had been, but it would still serve the purpose. After a brief inner argument, rather than simply handing the letter off to a raven, she donned her coat and went out to purchase a single pink carnation. After affixing that to the envelope, she paid a courier to deliver the note and flower to the Cartwright home.
(( @renniecartwright ))







