Home of Nauleth Siordanti| Midday
Professor Siordanti,
I hope this letter finds you in good health. It has been nearly three weeks since we last spoke, and in that time I have had time to reflect on the evening of the 28th. By the time you read this, I will be gone.
First and foremost, I need to apologise for my immaturity in handling the situation. A friend let me see the night through different eyes as such, and I now see I was inconsiderate of Anaxi’s culture, and as such I let my own personal beliefs over ride common sense. I should have taken the time to discuss the matter of passives in Gior prior to that evening, instead I assumed too much of you too quickly. You can rest assured, I have already composed a letter for the Headmistress as well as your faculty peers to plead forgiveness at my actions, and to ensure you are not blamed for my arrogance.
This however, does lead me to my next thoughts, which I write with a heavy heart.
As I write this, I am sitting in the departure lounge for the next aeroship to Giorite and from there, a carriage to Qrieth. Whilst in Anaxas, I have lost my way, and forgotten what it means to be Gioran. I let my emotions overshadow my logic, and as such I need to return to the warmth of Imaan’s light and rediscover my path. The differences in our cultures are great, and I cannot willingly sit by and watch as fellow galdori are treated worse than cattle. I fear unfortunately that our views are so very misaligned, and rather than force your acceptance, I will withdraw to my home.
There is much in Gior I wished to show you, and wished for the eyes of the Da Huanes to be opened and more accepting to outsiders with your Physical magic. This however, is not possible. Not if you cannot accept my peoples ways, or me. My excitement mixed with the chemical reactions in my body brought by our relationship caused me to overlook the challenges this presents for someone with no understanding of the passive life in Gior. It would be dangerous for you to enter the city, for whilst I am only one woman, your words would be deeply insulting to those far more Gioran than I. Until you can make peace with our views, I urge you not to visit, but I would not block you. Just be aware of what you face sir.
Finally, I apologise for falling into the trap of getting emotionally invested in our mutually shared connection. I let myself love, against all my teachings and guidance, and as a result I lost sight of logic. Our fathers clearly planned for our betrothal, and I understand it would be loss of face if I say no. I am not entirely sure I would have a choice anyway, but that is beside the point. We are a politically strong match, and our family’s would benefit from the union. I ask though, that you give me a grace period to grieve. My heart is a selfish creature, and whilst I am aware you do not love me, I require some time to recover. Please do not fear however, I ensure the utmost professionalism during our wedding. If you would prefer to simply register the union as such, I will sign any official paper work to show our bonding, and we can work through living arrangements at a later date. There is no need for you to be put out by this inconvenience.
For all the aching I feel now, I am still happy to have met you, Professor Siordanti. You allowed me to see briefly beyond the flaws I perceived around me, and gave me a chance to experience new and wonderful things. I will genuinely miss you, and hope that one day, you might be able to forgive my childish actions.
May Imaan bless you and the Circle keep you safe,
Kindest regards,
Ambassador Bruthgrave.