It had been decades since A'Mia had properly put quill to ink and paper. Not since she'd been a mere seedling under the tutelage of the Monks of Moross had she truly sat and written anything in such a manner. However, there was something to the ritual of it that offered clarity of mind. A clarity she sought on the topic of one such troublesome and intriguing individual: Darth Strosius
The man had captured her attention some years ago, shortly after A'Mia re-emerged from stasis on Kashyyyk and found her way to what truly felt like home on Korriban. What started as mutual suspicion and respectful distrust had actually blossomed into something A'Mia now considered camaraderie. She even dare say it might be friendship.
Such bonds were rare for her and the neti knew she ought to cultivate that which took root. So there she was on a rare evening of quiet solitude, writing a letter to be sent with expediency to a man that generally avoided close ties save for with those that abided by the Wonosa Doctrine.
Alisteri,
Manners dictated that I should begin this letter with some grand proclamation, fanciful lettering, or perhaps a very flourishing "You are cordially invited", but truthfully I have rarely been one for decorum. I play the part of course, as we all do. In fact, I've seen the decorum you can muster when the occasion calls for it.
This is not a formal request or inquiry though, and I know you've already been made aware that you're invited to Korriban for a celebration. Rather, I am writing to tell you that I'd find the whole thing so much more enjoyable if you were there. All this to say, I'm personally inviting you to Korriban and hope to celebrate recent successes with you.
This would also present an excellent opportunity for us to discuss the progress I've made on our project. Recent upgrades to my laboratory and newfound funding in defense of the Stygian Caldera have yielded exciting results!
I do hope this letter has found you well and I eagerly anticipate either your response or, preferably, your attendance at the revelry.
Cheerfully,
A'Mia
Once done, the neti read her words over again. She briefly second guessed her use of his first name rather than his title, but ultimately decided to keep it as it was. They were on a first name basis, were they not? And if the casual air with which she addressed the man bothered him, she was certain she’d hear about it.
Without care or concern for how late the hour was, A’Mia reached out telepathically to summon Lysander von Ascania . The boy had recently purchased himself a ship, surely for his own recreation but it also served the important purpose of transporting the herbal remedies that they’d been cultivating and selling at handsome markup prices around the galaxy.
I have need of you, Lysander. Darth Strosius‘ presumed current location has been provided to your datapad.
Report to Greenhouse 6 as soon as possible and be ready to set out for a hasty delivery.
Once done, after the sly blonde nobleman had assured her he was up to the task, A’Mia returned to her work. It would not do to waste further thought anticipating a response one way or the other. She would discover Alisteri’s answer when the time came.Report to Greenhouse 6 as soon as possible and be ready to set out for a hasty delivery.
