[ Her expression tightens, her eyes drawing along the note again, memorising each word with careful flicks of her eyes before her gloved hands drop away. ]
You would do well to heed, then, that this letter will be missed. Those that speak this tongue are not so foolish to allow it to travel unthought of.
[ This man does not seem the type to allow anyone to survive an attack, so she assumes his fellows are much the same; she will not comment, for now, content to let him have his secrets. There are matters she cares more about, and that is what this note means, what she must keep in mind for the future. ]
No names nor calling cards, nothing that would hark to who may have written nor their families. I do not know the style of pen, either.
[ The rest comes with some thought, careful and slow before she breathes. ]
It is an old language, not so commonly spoken now that the clans have split and the elves are no longer a unified force. I can read the language from studies of my own, from walking this earth and liberating tomes from where they had once been hidden, but this will be seen more as code to a modern child of the forest, a whisper, I think, of time gone by. The person that wrote this is either very, very old or like me. Learned and well-taught to know to use the words of clans of old to hide their speech.
[ All of this is, of course, her own assumption. It had been a very long time since she had been a part of her own race, considered to be one of them, and their thoughts on the matter are as foreign to her as they might be to him. ]
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You would do well to heed, then, that this letter will be missed. Those that speak this tongue are not so foolish to allow it to travel unthought of.
[ This man does not seem the type to allow anyone to survive an attack, so she assumes his fellows are much the same; she will not comment, for now, content to let him have his secrets. There are matters she cares more about, and that is what this note means, what she must keep in mind for the future. ]
No names nor calling cards, nothing that would hark to who may have written nor their families. I do not know the style of pen, either.
[ The rest comes with some thought, careful and slow before she breathes. ]
It is an old language, not so commonly spoken now that the clans have split and the elves are no longer a unified force. I can read the language from studies of my own, from walking this earth and liberating tomes from where they had once been hidden, but this will be seen more as code to a modern child of the forest, a whisper, I think, of time gone by. The person that wrote this is either very, very old or like me. Learned and well-taught to know to use the words of clans of old to hide their speech.
[ All of this is, of course, her own assumption. It had been a very long time since she had been a part of her own race, considered to be one of them, and their thoughts on the matter are as foreign to her as they might be to him. ]