♔ II ► VIDEO 【UNSEELIE LOCKETS + HERMIONENET COMPASS】

[skjalf]

( Today, she is beautifully dressed in a gown of dark green, and her hair is braided in a crown about her head, with some loose curls falling past her shoulders. Appearance is everything today, when she has such a request to make. It is not as humbling as she might have expected, to be in such a position as to need to ask for aid; perhaps it is because it is not for her, personally.

But rather an endeavour which may benefit all. Carefully, at first, she smiles, an expression which gains warmth after a few seconds. )

I greet all of you well. And pray that all of you are doing all right. Sadly, as we are all keenly aware, such a state will not long be enjoyed by many of our native brethren. The Void would consume Leathann, and I commend the great efforts being made by all to keep it at bay.

Yet the isle of Briste to the north is in similarly dire straits, and I would make a great effort there to see their people saved from death, if the Void is not stopped ere it might swallow the isle. I know not if raising it might be viable option; rather, I have struck up an overture, a dialogue with their Council of elders.

My hope is this: that we might relocate the people to a settlement on the coast of the mainland here. If I might secure their trust and blessing to do so, I will lead their people to the head of the North road. There, I propose a settlement be built, which may in time grow into something greater.

I would do this myself, but I lack the funds to. Thus I appeal to you all: please, aid me in this. I will either repay you in turn or owe you a favour later, for certain. I would not ask for donations unless it is within your wisdom to provide one. Either way, you would bear my eternal gratitude for this.

These people may be hesitant to trust us, but they deserve a better fate than that which awaits them if we do naught.

Unseelie & Hermoine-net Compass

[huntedby]

[The device turns on--Vanessa looks...more relaxed, somehow. Her hair is down about her shoulders, a bit wild. From the angle, it seems she is lounging on something. Giving a little smile, she stretches, then speaks, her voice a bit more melodic than normal.]

A wise man once said, "Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel."

I have been thinking on such words. Should we be considered graceful, in the war we make? The battles, the fights...each are bloody. There is something beautiful in it, is there not? In death. In the pale, bloodless wake that is left once life has been completely drained.

[She smiles, a curious, almost mocking innocent look in her eyes.]

Flesh torn, limbs lopped from their owners. The shards dimmed and ripped from chests...and those without becoming fodder for the Void.

Such a trail of dead, all of us do. Such things must trouble your conscious, do they not?

Even if such a thing shouldn't.

[She lets out a sigh, and reaches off camera to grab a glass of wine, before bringing it to her lips, sipping.]

Regardless, I thought I should offer an invitation to strangers and friends alike, to come visit me.

We could have such fun, you and I.

[ooc: if you want more info go here! Log will go up later tonight/tomorrow if you want to participate in that.]