To my beloved Wyrdenkin
It is me, Gurashi An'ryshe.
I am writing to you, because, I want to and must, because I have many words that I want to say, even though I am not very goodly at words. Because words are what got me into this whole mess - or, rather, my not using them.
Long long, long long long long time ago when was just a fresh confused bug stepping out of Portal of Fate, I made promise that I would always and forever only love it and its Divine Patrons. And I was goodly and true to my promise for a very long time. I was very goodly. I loved all of Glomdoring's Divines very muchly, yes. They are all good for many reasons.
...But, after much thinking and many long evenings of no-sleeps, I chose to start worshipping the Shofets, Mysrai, the Thousandfolds, in SECRETS, even though I asked and got told no by the Shadow Courts. But I still felt very strongly, and hurt very muchly, and I ignored it the very best that I could. It was scary being told I picked wrong. It didn't FEEL wrong. I know I am hypocritical because made one of Glomdoring's own give up her endless love of her Lady Enchantress to live here. While I turned around and acted upon my heart and broke my promise. That was very cruel and selfish and unkindly of me.
I thought maybe could be both Beloveds, and live and serve the Wyrds, yes. Wanted to try to find a way for both. It is why I kept it secret from you. I know that was the wrongest part of all of this. I am so very sorry.
Have now been given a choice: to stay in Glomdoring, and keep serving Wyrd like always have. Or, to stay with Beloveds, and leave Glomdoring.
I hope that all understand did not join to hurt anyone. No, never I only want to learn how to be gooder, to myself, to the Wyrd, to the whole Basins and beyond. Know someday Wyrd is going to take over all of everything, but until then I want to admire the stars of New Celest and the spires of the Matrix and beaches of Toronada and winds in Avechna's teeths and and did you know Mister Lord Crumkane has a realm made of FOOD? You can EAT The DIRT. But respectfully.
I love the Glomdoring. I love the Wyrd. I love the Lady of Roses and Lord Predator and Mister Manteekan and even Mister Lord Silence, and I want to help see Them all grow big and strongly. Here is where I found my family, whom I am grateful for all of the days, every day. They are my Hive. Here is where I have learned how to sing and get big confidence and cook.
I have cried lots and lots over the past couple months. Now that am all dry and empty, I have found my answer.
Am not staying in Glomdoring, and I will go once the New Years has come and gone.
Knowing what this entails scares me to very core and makes all of me feel like broken glass and hot and cold. Thinking of how it has affected those around me makes me feel even ... worse ... so much so that I have almost thought about giving up this change. Am SO scared, yes. But, I have spent so long frozen in fear and not doing any things and hurting peoples around me as a result. I do not WANT stand still any more. I want to learn from as many peoples as I can, in AND beyond the Glomdoring. I want to grow - in peace, and in love.
Days or years - will make no difference to me. You will always remain dearly in my heart. I love you all so much! I will still feed you and offer to the Wyrd and give you my anomalies if release them and help in wildnodes and aetherflares and things if you will let me! I do not want to leave and want nothing more than to stay! But I also understand why the rules would not let me stay, and why my wrong-doing means I cannot. I am so sorry!
I will keep you by my side always - I will not be far. Find me if you need me for any things.
All of my love, forever and always,
Gurashi An'Ryshe
PS - Oh!! Also!! Please - do not think am joining Gaudiguchs?! Or Ironharts! Heckity at whoever is telling peoples I am moving to sweaty city of sands and bully designers. No. Would sooner be rogues if cannot stay here.
PPS - if it ever DOES become O-K for me to come home and still worship the Thousandfolds PLEASE let me know right away! MANY thank yous!
Zitto tells you, "Please do not be alarmed."
You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies as Zitto comes into view.
Preceded by fluttering red streamers, a black paradise parrot with green-feathered wings arrives from the ether in a graceful descent.
Zitto reaches out and touches you.
Eritheyl squints suspiciously at Zitto.
You say, "Weirdo."
Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says to you, "I am to inform you that you are "it"."
As Zitto departs to the east, the sense of warm serenity fades, leaving you colder in comparison.
A jade-armoured Wyvern Rider says, "Do not give me reason to come after you, Zitto."
Raising his neck with regal hauteur, a black paradise parrot flaps green-feathered wings and soars elegantly off to the east, fluttering red streamers chasing his form.
You say to a jade-armoured Wyvern Rider, "Go after him."
Eritheyl nods his head in agreement.
You inhale a deep breath, ready to run quickly if the need arises.
You reach out through your bond with an enormous stuffed dragon and summon him from the stables. You sense him answering your call.
You rap your knuckles against the toes of Wyvernskin Boots of Natural Sprightliness before slapping them against the floor, long fins growing out of them before glowing with a dim blue light.
You say, "Guess I'll pass this off on someone."