Targossas,

It is no secret that I serve as patron to children from all across the realms, Two already walk beneath My protection, thriving despite the universe having made a poor first attempt. Experience, it seems, continues to volunteer Me for the role.

I extend an offer of care, shelter, and guidance, made openly and without disguise. I will see to her safety, her learning, and her passage through the wider reaches of existence. The universe is large, and it seems wasteful to hide it from curious eyes.

She will lack nothing essential under my attention. She will also lack nothing interesting, which may prove more dangerous, but I accept responsibility for that outcome.

This offer demands no fealty, prayers, or awkward kneeling. Consider it a practical intervention, performed by a being with very flexible resources and an appreciation for potential.

I look forward the customary flood of concern, outrage, and sudden expertise from those previously unburdened by the situation.

The Wayard Heir


Penned by My hand on the 2nd of Aeguary, in the year 995 AF.