Marishea Ramsey
[Merry sat on the bed in the Cathedral, cross legged and leaning back against the pillows. Mosur sat next to her, keeping watch while she was weak, healing. Was it healing when one had simply died and been brought back with jolt of electricity? It mattered not. She was here. Xodius surely would have noticed the break in bond when her heart stopped.... She held the book against a knee and used it as a makeshift table for the letter. Her writing is as elegant as ever, though perhaps a bit more slanted than usual.]
Dearest Xo,
I am sure that by now, you know there was trouble. Nothing to worry about at the moment, it would seem. Rex sent another man after me. I know him only by first name. One Syreus, happy follower of the Twilight Cult. Lucien was able to use a jolt of electricity to start my heart after the coward fled - as they nearly always do.
I will not disclose my location on parchment... I am sure it is already too easy to find me without handing the information to the Cultists on a scrolled piece of parchment.
Should you need me, use the stone. I will explain more when next we cross paths.
For now, please be well, keep yourself and Faila safe. I could not stand to lose you, either of you.
With much love,
Merry
[She painted the calligraphic "M" in the top left corner of the letter, and held it close to her liips to blow on the ink. Reaching for her bags, she pulled out the red wax and rolled the parchment. There is no seal to press the wax, she was fairly sure none would be needed. She had a moment's hesitation when she handed it off to the owl, but Felix have his customary affectionate nip on her wrist as he took the scroll in his claw and flew toward the exit. "Be safe, friend..." Merry whispered.]