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	{{creative-work \| title = Catharsis \| type = short story \| author = Rohese \| author-displayed = [[Rohese (prime)\|Rohese Bayvel-Timbertree]]}}		{{creative-work \| title = Catharsis \| type = short story \| author = Rohese \| author-displayed = [[Rohese (prime)\|Rohese Bayvel-Timbertree]] \| date = 2022-12-16}}
	First published on the 16th day of Eorgaen in the year 5122		First published on the 16th day of Eorgaen in the year 5122

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 Penned by my hand,
 Argent Mirror Myasara Illistim</div></pre>
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 Rohese Bayvel-Timbertree
 Loremaster and Patron of the Displaced</div></pre>
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	As dawn's light began to paint the sky with delicate hues, Rohese folded the letter and sealed it with pearly white wax. Holding it in her hands, she felt a mixture of hope and trepidation. ''Would her words actually reach the Mirror? Could one humble lady's petition truly make a difference?''		As dawn's light began to paint the sky with delicate hues, Rohese folded the letter and sealed it with pearly white wax. Holding it in her hands, she felt a mixture of hope and trepidation. ''Would her words actually reach the Mirror? Could one humble lady's petition truly make a difference?''

	With a resolute breath, Rohese left her chamber. She purposefully walked along the Sylvarraend Road into the city that she dearly loved, each step echoing her determination. In the Post Office, she approached the clerk and, with a blend of apprehension and conviction, she handed over the letter, her eyes meeting Jarveil's with an unspoken hesitation. He nodded, an understanding light in his gaze, and promised to see that her letter was delivered.		With a resolute breath, Rohese left her chamber. She purposefully walked along the Sylvarraend Road and into the city that she dearly loved, each step echoing her determination. In the Post Office, she approached the clerk and, with a blend of apprehension and conviction, she handed over the letter, her eyes meeting Jarveil's with an unspoken hesitation. He nodded, an understanding light in his gaze, and promised to see that her letter was delivered.

	Rohese retreated, a sense of accomplishment briefly warming her heart. She had looked into the mirror, into her own soul, and found the courage to act. Now, as the sun bathed the city in its morning embrace, she held onto the belief that her words would hopefully reach the Mirror's ears. Perhaps, just perhaps, they would inspire her to act and lead with a newfound empathy and understanding.		Rohese retreated, a sense of accomplishment briefly warming her heart. She had looked into the mirror, into her own soul, and found the courage to act. Now, as the sun bathed the city in its morning embrace, she held onto the belief that her words would hopefully reach the Mirror's ears. Perhaps, just perhaps, they would inspire her to act and lead with a newfound empathy and understanding.

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 Back at home, Rohese caught her reflection in the mirror.  She looked tired.  As she gazed at herself, she saw the face of the Mirror staring back at her and doubt returned.
-''What have I done?  It's too late now.''
+''What have I done?''
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	She stared into the glassy depths, her mind drifting to the city's ongoing struggles; the Ta'Illistim she knew and cherished - the Shining City of her childhood - was in turmoil. There had been no word from the Keep in months. Whispers of discontent were sweeping through the weys and vars and those murmurings had strengthened recently to angry voices calling for action. Fortunately, the crowds last week had quickly dispersed with the intervention of the Sapphire Guard but who knew when it would all rear its ugly head again. Citizens were still missing and - if the rumours were true - Lady Ardtin Greyvael had disappeared now too.		She stared into the glassy depths, her mind drifting to the city's ongoing struggles; the Ta'Illistim she knew and cherished - the Shining City of her childhood - was in turmoil. There had been no word from the Keep in months. Whispers of discontent were sweeping through the weys and vars and those murmurings had strengthened recently to angry voices calling for action. Fortunately, the crowds last week had quickly dispersed with the intervention of the Sapphire Guard but who knew when it would all rear its ugly head again. Citizens were still missing and - if the rumours were true - Lady Ardtin Greyvael had disappeared now too.

	The weight of ~~Rohese's~~ position – albeit of low rank - within the Ministry of Scholars and her loyalty to the Peacock Throne bore heavily upon her heart. Lately, Rohese had become restless and she felt uncomfortable with her own feelings of uncertainty and doubt in her monarch. She had always believed that the Argent Mirror was a reflection of Her people but something had changed; she no longer seemed to listen or - dare she say it – she no longer seemed to care.		The weight of her position – albeit of low rank - within the Ministry of Scholars and her loyalty to the Peacock Throne bore heavily upon her heart. Lately, Rohese had become restless and she felt uncomfortable with her own feelings of uncertainty and doubt in her monarch. She had always believed that the Argent Mirror was a reflection of Her people but something had changed; she no longer seemed to listen or - dare she say it – she no longer seemed to care.

	An idea began to take shape within Rohese's mind. A letter, a heartfelt plea, addressed to the Mirror herself. It was not an act of rebellion, but rather a gesture of empathy and concern, a humble attempt to bridge the divide between the Keep within and without.		An idea began to take shape within Rohese's mind. A letter, a heartfelt plea, addressed to the Mirror herself. It was not an act of rebellion, but rather a gesture of empathy and concern, a humble attempt to bridge the divide between the Keep within and without.

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	With order restored, she headed upstairs to the find some freshly brewed tea. Perhaps that would soothe her sense of unease.		With order restored, she headed upstairs to the find some freshly brewed tea. Perhaps that would soothe her sense of unease.

			==Mirror Mirror on the Wall==
			In the solitude of her bedchamber, Rohese stood before her gilded mirror. The flickering candlelight cast a gentle glow upon her reflection, illuminating the intricate details of her gown and the contemplative furrow upon her brow. Her gaze was both steady and searching, as if the polished glass held the secrets of her thoughts and the answers to her questions.

			She stared into the glassy depths, her mind drifting to the city's ongoing struggles; the Ta'Illistim she knew and cherished - the Shining City of her childhood - was in turmoil. There had been no word from the Keep in months. Whispers of discontent were sweeping through the weys and vars and those murmurings had strengthened recently to angry voices calling for action. Fortunately, the crowds last week had quickly dispersed with the intervention of the Sapphire Guard but who knew when it would all rear its ugly head again. Citizens were still missing and - if the rumours were true - Lady Ardtin Greyvael had disappeared now too.

			The weight of Rohese's position – albeit of low rank - within the Ministry of Scholars and her loyalty to the Peacock Throne bore heavily upon her heart. Lately, Rohese had become restless and she felt uncomfortable with her own feelings of uncertainty and doubt in her monarch. She had always believed that the Argent Mirror was a reflection of Her people but something had changed; she no longer seemed to listen or - dare she say it – she no longer seemed to care.

			An idea began to take shape within Rohese's mind. A letter, a heartfelt plea, addressed to the Mirror herself. It was not an act of rebellion, but rather a gesture of empathy and concern, a humble attempt to bridge the divide between the Keep within and without.

			With determined grace, she turned away from the mirror and approached her writing desk. The quill dipped into the inkwell and she began to pour her thoughts onto the parchment. Each word was carefully chosen, a tapestry of sincerity woven into the fabric of her sentences. The candlelight danced as she wrote, casting shadows upon the walls that seemed to whisper encouragement. The hours slipped away, and soon Rohese found herself with a final letter of earnest persuasion, a plea for the Mirror to listen, to understand, and to act.

			As dawn's light began to paint the sky with delicate hues, Rohese folded the letter and sealed it with pearly white wax. Holding it in her hands, she felt a mixture of hope and trepidation. ''Would her words actually reach the Mirror? Could one humble lady's petition truly make a difference?''

			With a resolute breath, Rohese left her chamber. She purposefully walked along the Sylvarraend Road into the city that she dearly loved, each step echoing her determination. In the Post Office, she approached the clerk and, with a blend of apprehension and conviction, she handed over the letter, her eyes meeting Jarveil's with an unspoken hesitation. He nodded, an understanding light in his gaze, and promised to see that her letter was delivered.

			Rohese retreated, a sense of accomplishment briefly warming her heart. She had looked into the mirror, into her own soul, and found the courage to act. Now, as the sun bathed the city in its morning embrace, she held onto the belief that her words would hopefully reach the Mirror's ears. Perhaps, just perhaps, they would inspire her to act and lead with a newfound empathy and understanding.

			Back at home, Rohese caught her reflection in the mirror. She looked tired. As she gazed at herself, she saw the face of the Mirror staring back at her and doubt returned.

			''What have I done? It's too late now.''

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	Rohese wandered around the Classroom straightening the chairs and collecting up the last of the teacups. She had enjoyed the clamour in the Manor over the weekend during FashionCon but it was always nice to see it return to some semblance of normality; order restored to the workroom and peace to the Orangery. She picked up a copy of Elanthian Vogue that had been left open on a seat and gazed thoughtfully at the image of Yfane staring back at her with his beguiling violet eyes. She sighed heavily. There was still no word of his whereabouts or of the others that had mysteriously disappeared for that matter.		Rohese wandered around the Classroom straightening the chairs and collecting up the last of the teacups. She had enjoyed the clamour in the Manor over the weekend during [[Fashion! 5123\|FashionCon]] but it was always nice to see it return to some semblance of normality; order restored to the workroom and peace to the Orangery. She picked up a copy of [[Elanthian Vogue 5123\|Elanthian Vogue]] that had been left open on a seat and gazed thoughtfully at the image of Yfane staring back at her with his beguiling violet eyes. She sighed heavily. There was still no word of his whereabouts or of the others that had mysteriously disappeared for that matter.

	There was a palpable tension in the air around the city lately. Just wandering the Vars and Weys this morning as she completed her chores, she had heard raised voices and mumblings about the Mirror. Closing the glossy booklet, she slipped it into her satchel and pulled out a dark violet fig-shaped note. She unfolded it and pondered its contents once more in case it would make sense on a second reading. It did not.		There was a palpable tension in the air around the city lately. Just wandering the Vars and Weys this morning as she completed her chores, she had heard raised voices and mumblings about the Mirror. Closing the glossy booklet, she slipped it into her satchel and pulled out a dark violet fig-shaped note. She unfolded it and pondered its contents once more in case it would make sense on a second reading. It did not.

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	There was a palpable tension in the air around the city lately. Just wandering the Vars and Weys this morning as she completed her chores, she had heard raised voices and mumblings about the Mirror. Closing the glossy booklet, she slipped it into her satchel and pulled out a dark violet fig-shaped note. She unfolded it and pondered its contents once more in case it would make sense on a second reading. It did not.		There was a palpable tension in the air around the city lately. Just wandering the Vars and Weys this morning as she completed her chores, she had heard raised voices and mumblings about the Mirror. Closing the glossy booklet, she slipped it into her satchel and pulled out a dark violet fig-shaped note. She unfolded it and pondered its contents once more in case it would make sense on a second reading. It did not.

	Earlier in the day, she had stopped by the Arboretum to collect a few books she had left in the conservatory. As she wandered through the garden, she had paused – as she always did – just to savour the tranquility of the domed space. Bathed in the early morning sunlight streaming through the faenor-framed glass, the trees seemed to hum with contentment. She had instinctively placed her ~~hand~~ on the trunk of the sugar fig tree and something had come away in her hand. At first she had thought it was a piece of bark but it had turned out to be something more. Her brow furrowed, she slipped it back into her satchel and resolved to find someone to help her decipher it later.		Earlier in the day, she had stopped by the Arboretum to collect a few books she had left in the conservatory. As she wandered through the garden, she had paused – as she always did – just to savour the tranquility of the domed space. Bathed in the early morning sunlight streaming through the faenor-framed glass, the trees seemed to hum with contentment. She had instinctively placed her palm against the trunk of the sugar fig tree and something had come away in her hand. At first she had thought it was a piece of bark but it had turned out to be something more. Her brow furrowed, she slipped it back into her satchel and resolved to find someone to help her decipher it later.

	With order restored, she headed upstairs to the find some freshly brewed tea. Perhaps that would soothe her sense of unease.		With order restored, she headed upstairs to the find some freshly brewed tea. Perhaps that would soothe her sense of unease.

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	Ivory-weighted banners of pavonated silk are suspended high above the silver-gilt staircase, the muted fabric embroidered in peahens framed by arabesque-beaded plumage. A duo of heavy-handled doors stand below the curved ascent, each haon-crafted panel flanked by an armored member of the Sapphire Guard standing still above the cool stone floor. The sounds of footsteps echo throughout the hall, followed by the muffled sounds of whispers from behind the chamber beyond. You also see a tall silver-gilt arch leading back to the hall.		Ivory-weighted banners of pavonated silk are suspended high above the silver-gilt staircase, the muted fabric embroidered in peahens framed by arabesque-beaded plumage. A duo of heavy-handled doors stand below the curved ascent, each haon-crafted panel flanked by an armored member of the Sapphire Guard standing still above the cool stone floor. The sounds of footsteps echo throughout the hall, followed by the muffled sounds of whispers from behind the chamber beyond. You also see a tall silver-gilt arch leading back to the hall.
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			==A Discovery==
			Rohese wandered around the Classroom straightening the chairs and collecting up the last of the teacups. She had enjoyed the clamour in the Manor over the weekend during FashionCon but it was always nice to see it return to some semblance of normality; order restored to the workroom and peace to the Orangery. She picked up a copy of Elanthian Vogue that had been left open on a seat and gazed thoughtfully at the image of Yfane staring back at her with his beguiling violet eyes. She sighed heavily. There was still no word of his whereabouts or of the others that had mysteriously disappeared for that matter.

			There was a palpable tension in the air around the city lately. Just wandering the Vars and Weys this morning as she completed her chores, she had heard raised voices and mumblings about the Mirror. Closing the glossy booklet, she slipped it into her satchel and pulled out a dark violet fig-shaped note. She unfolded it and pondered its contents once more in case it would make sense on a second reading. It did not.

			Earlier in the day, she had stopped by the Arboretum to collect a few books she had left in the conservatory. As she wandered through the garden, she had paused – as she always did – just to savour the tranquility of the domed space. Bathed in the early morning sunlight streaming through the faenor-framed glass, the trees seemed to hum with contentment. She had instinctively placed her hand on the trunk of the sugar fig tree and something had come away in her hand. At first she had thought it was a piece of bark but it had turned out to be something more. Her brow furrowed, she slipped it back into her satchel and resolved to find someone to help her decipher it later.

			With order restored, she headed upstairs to the find some freshly brewed tea. Perhaps that would soothe her sense of unease.

	[[Category: Nations on the Brink]]		[[Category: Nations on the Brink]]