[Noa honestly has to squint at this letter for a time. And then he has to ask himself if he even should answer. Obviously Javert expects some degree of written reply given his request that the missive be read carefully, but just how much is Javert asking at this time?
The letter itself already says- 'listen for my word'. It's nothing that has come together, yet, but...
Noa rubs his head more than a few times while reading it. How many times had he and others tried some sort of harmony, a union of the Fog's fold. How many times had it ended in disaster at worst, and chilled division at best? This will not be an easy task.
It will not be an easy task, and Noa folds his paws together, toes laced like fingers, as he breathes in and thinks.
A letter is delivered to La Forteresse on the Seventh. It is simple, small, and curiously enough blank- no, not blank, for it smells of lemon in fact, a simple note written on the sealed envelope it comes in reading 'try not to burn it'.
Two can be paranoid.
The lemon-ink, once sufficiently revealed, reads:]
To the Warden and Priest known as Javert,
If you have the time and energy for it, I would like to meet over tea or coffee either in my residence of Dyster, or of Bavan. It's clear you have many thoughts on this, and I would rather discuss this before being surprised with any seemingly unified plans.
You'll have to forgive my doubt you see, but too many times I've seen this attempt at a group effort fall through catastrophically.
Regards and health to you and yours, Noa Kaiba Priest of the Fog Co-Director of Liewen Laboratories, Bavan Branch You can tell when I wrote this, I'm sure.
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Date: 2023-09-07 03:07 pm (UTC)The letter itself already says- 'listen for my word'. It's nothing that has come together, yet, but...
Noa rubs his head more than a few times while reading it. How many times had he and others tried some sort of harmony, a union of the Fog's fold. How many times had it ended in disaster at worst, and chilled division at best? This will not be an easy task.
It will not be an easy task, and Noa folds his paws together, toes laced like fingers, as he breathes in and thinks.
A letter is delivered to La Forteresse on the Seventh. It is simple, small, and curiously enough blank- no, not blank, for it smells of lemon in fact, a simple note written on the sealed envelope it comes in reading 'try not to burn it'.
Two can be paranoid.
The lemon-ink, once sufficiently revealed, reads:]
To the Warden and Priest known as Javert,
If you have the time and energy for it, I would like to meet over tea or coffee either in my residence of Dyster, or of Bavan. It's clear you have many thoughts on this, and I would rather discuss this before being surprised with any seemingly unified plans.
You'll have to forgive my doubt you see, but too many times I've seen this attempt at a group effort fall through catastrophically.
Regards and health to you and yours,
Noa Kaiba
Priest of the Fog
Co-Director of Liewen Laboratories, Bavan Branch
You can tell when I wrote this, I'm sure.