the general received the second epistle and the rabbit-gift from yet another courtfall messenger.
dour as always, he heard the recounting of @Andraste's dictation with features hardened by a cold that had not accompanied the snow. she refused him; it was the very formality of her words that fully denounced mahler, and the present was anything but,
back to the fairy-queen did he send her courtier, burdened by a small bit of amber wrapped carefully in the black breastfeathers of a crow that had found its end within diapora.
no words to accompany his bestowment; he must turn himself fully to his pack, and to the swelling of their numbers, the ire of takiyok, the conversation he had opened with sarah.
all in good time.