[Video / Open to Both Courts]

[vanyel_ashkevron]

[A page of ornate script can be seen, but the sentences are broken thanks to how much has been crossed out:

FatherWithen,

Our paths may never cross again. I expect that brings you joy. I am going to request that this letter be sent to you. The Fae are capable of magnificent deeds and

The text stops almost as if the writer couldn't think how to continue.

I haven't been the best son and you haven't been the best father, however I don't regret having known you. I see now that my future is brighter than I ever imagined. I also see that holding petty grudges is a wasted effort.

As much as you may wish I were your bastard, I am not.

Each crossed-out section is legible. Unfortunately. The silver eyes of Vanyel are soon peering into the locket, his forehead creased.]

Am I allowed no privacy? [He balls the letter up in his hand and instead begins to write Lady Treesa at the top of a blank sheet of paper.] Are all families so difficult?

[No matter where he goes, what he accomplishes, there are certain facts that won't change. Withen in particular is like a stubborn mule when it comes to understanding him. He is only beginning to try in truth, but Vanyel knows it's far too little far too late.]

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[vanyel_ashkevron]

I wish we had them in Valdemar too. One of the duties of a Herald is to relay messages. Our work would be significantly lessened with these Lockets.

[There's no naivety in that, Sansa.]

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[steeledskin]

A herald! [ mild curiosity. perhaps also mild embarrassment, if only because back home she would never be called upon to chat casually with a herald. but this is the drabwurld and things are different here. ] Do you like being a herald?

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[vanyel_ashkevron]

You've heard of us? [This is a first and he looks mildly impressed.] It's...part of me. I couldn't stop doing it if I tried. Someone once told me it's like...a calling. We answer the call because we are naturally drawn to helping others.

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[steeledskin]

The court of the Red Keep kept half a dozen heralds in its employ; more, mayhaps. I never spoke with any.