Everlight Family/Nerida/Visitor

Everlight

Something was wrong with the Margravine's face.

Perhaps she had tweaked a taut muscle in her neck, or was dislodging a morsel from between molars. This must be the case, for there appeared to be a one-sided smirk upon the Lady's visage as she folded and sealed a small parchment. Business did not entertain as a rule, and Nerida was not given to good humour, so of course it could not be a smile.

The stern-faced woman gathered together her few missives, and her gaze could be seen to linger once again over a letter on the camp desk--were there anyone else in the command tent to see it, that is. To this absent eye the sigil of Laststar might be recognized on the opened letter, and a question come to mind of what the young knight could have written to cause such a pause in the brusque and businesslike Margravine.