Altriona: If Mallion Ye Would Be
Jun. 10th, 2010 05:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
velvetpageMy dear brother,
If you are indeed my brother Mallion, I owe you a lifetime of apologies and amends, and Valadar too - indeed our entire race. I am not sure yet if I hope that is the case.
It would seem there are two of you. One is with us, changed in form certainly, but I am convinced that he was once my beloved brother. Among other reasons, he passed the test I am about to give to you. However, Lorandara (who did not abandon you - she believes that she came on this voyage in order to stay with you as your loyal and loving wife, and her guilt over this possibility is great) wonders if it is possible for the magic that changed our Mallion into his present form to have split him in two, leaving you to wander the wood insensible for a time.
With this being the case, and knowing that this Mallion needs us much more than you, we could not come with Gallos at this time. If you are my brother, you will seek to understand and forgive that. It is certainly not the least of the things you will have to forgive us, should your identity be confirmed.
The following is an excerpt from one of your own poems. To the best of my knowledge, the working copy - the only one ever committed to parchment - is amongst Lorandara's books on the ship. I was there when it was written, there through much of the work that followed in an attempt to make it come right, and there when it was abandoned, nearly finished, but unsatisfactory. I suggested at least one simile that you adopted. I enjoyed it and regretted that you did not, so I remembered it - at least the stanzas you seemed to like.
I will give the first stanza. You will give as much of the rest as you remember. You will recount some of the changes made to it, the details of its composition, the purpose you had had for it. And if you convince me, we will all three of us return to Marienberg to face the Family and make such amends as we can.
With your own signet ring, I seal this letter. Please give my kind regards to my mother; would that I could spare her this heartache at the heart of her family!
One who may yet be again
Your loving sister,
Altriona
* Excerpted from a poem entitled Magical Moments, by Graeme Montrose.
If you are indeed my brother Mallion, I owe you a lifetime of apologies and amends, and Valadar too - indeed our entire race. I am not sure yet if I hope that is the case.
It would seem there are two of you. One is with us, changed in form certainly, but I am convinced that he was once my beloved brother. Among other reasons, he passed the test I am about to give to you. However, Lorandara (who did not abandon you - she believes that she came on this voyage in order to stay with you as your loyal and loving wife, and her guilt over this possibility is great) wonders if it is possible for the magic that changed our Mallion into his present form to have split him in two, leaving you to wander the wood insensible for a time.
With this being the case, and knowing that this Mallion needs us much more than you, we could not come with Gallos at this time. If you are my brother, you will seek to understand and forgive that. It is certainly not the least of the things you will have to forgive us, should your identity be confirmed.
The following is an excerpt from one of your own poems. To the best of my knowledge, the working copy - the only one ever committed to parchment - is amongst Lorandara's books on the ship. I was there when it was written, there through much of the work that followed in an attempt to make it come right, and there when it was abandoned, nearly finished, but unsatisfactory. I suggested at least one simile that you adopted. I enjoyed it and regretted that you did not, so I remembered it - at least the stanzas you seemed to like.
I will give the first stanza. You will give as much of the rest as you remember. You will recount some of the changes made to it, the details of its composition, the purpose you had had for it. And if you convince me, we will all three of us return to Marienberg to face the Family and make such amends as we can.
Letters in gold that twist and distort
Music in notes none can hear
Pictures in colours that none here can see
Visions beyond all we know *
Music in notes none can hear
Pictures in colours that none here can see
Visions beyond all we know *
It is your turn. If ye be not my beloved brother, know that our vendetta as stated will continue. I think I hope that ye be he, whatever punishment my crimes may warrant. Know too that I acted in what good faith I could muster in a situation where no firm course presented itself, and would retain at least that small measure of honour, slim though it be.
With your own signet ring, I seal this letter. Please give my kind regards to my mother; would that I could spare her this heartache at the heart of her family!
One who may yet be again
Your loving sister,
Altriona
* Excerpted from a poem entitled Magical Moments, by Graeme Montrose.