[P] urgent: to elena, from the sovereign of denocte

[Elena]

take this burden away from me
and bury it before it buries me

It is a sunny spring afternoon when the falcon arrives to her. Elena knows immediately who it is from and Elena goes to the window, ties the letter from its leg.

Dear Morr,

The Island is a strange place, Morr, and the city erupted from its magical breath is stranger still. I think it best if we all avoid it and let it sink into the sea. What I have seen, what I have felt there. Elli was born there—that is its only redeeming quality.

I wonder sometimes if that is why—Never mind.

I am going to continue to look for something that can cure instead of simply manage. Do you know the type of magic Thana has? If I could just meet her, I would know, but though I have met strange characters on the island, they have harbored their names close to their hearts.

I will send another dove with the medicine, be on the lookout. Have you had any side effects. Has it started to recede the rotting skin? Or only halted it?

Sunflowers,

Elena

She ties the letter to a dove before moving out the door of her cottage to go to the Hospital. So determined to come up with a cure.

so take away this apathy
bury it before it buries me

@Morrighan