An Exchange of Letters

You read what is written on rustic stationery bordered with apple branches:
Greetings, Lord Shevat,

As our two nations remain neutral, would you care to meet for tea? I wish to discuss matters of family, and learn more about your esteemed house.

I would not dream of imposing upon you, but I have recently visited your establishment and found it exceptionally lovely. I would also be happy to host you within the beautiful Serenwilde woods, or elsewhere if you prefer.

If you find this invitation agreeable, do let me know!

The seal of Unbroken Lief Myeras-Silvermoon is stamped onto the page: Color blankets most of this perfectly square impression, while its details are silhouettes in the blank spaces left to them. An opening along the right border follows an arching branch to the center, and then just a bit further still. Bowing but not breaking, it bears the promising weight of glossy apples heavy with ripeness, their fruitful globes couched by sprays of leaves, a mark of the Unbroken.
Rustic stationery bordered with apple branches is holding:
Nothing.

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A golden origami lotus blossom unfolds and sings to you, "Minister, I thank you for your letter and apologize for my delay in addressing it. I will pen you a more suitable response at my earliest opportunity. May you be well, and your efforts fruitful. -D.S."
An immaculate porcelain tea bottle falls out of a golden origami lotus blossom and into your hands.
A golden origami lotus blossom flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into your hands.

You have emoted: Lief's immediate smile is replaced by something more hesitant as she claims an immaculate porcelain tea bottle in both her hands. "Oh dear," she eventually whispers.

Perfectly smooth and utterly unmarred by ornamentation, this pristine white porcelain bottle is a striking portrait of austerity. Slender and balanced, the cylindrical bottle tapers subtly, flaring outward near the top to form a discreet pouring spout. It bears no handle, but its sides are thick enough to insulate the bottle's contents and prevent scalding of the hands.
It has 88 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 12 ounce(s).
It has been stamped with the seal of Beryl Aerial Papercrafts.
Golden aubade white tea sloshes about in it.
It has the following aliases: bottle.

Distinctly floral, the scent of the tea is tingling and warm, empowering without overpowering.

Allowing the tea to soak into your palate, you discern the dusky, herbaceous notes of heather and lavender balanced by the delicate sweetness of orchid and rose.

You take a drink of white tea from an immaculate porcelain tea bottle.
As you sip the white tea, your thoughts become clearer.
Minuscule pearls of hand rolled tea leaves float adrift within this hot, aurulent brew. You take a sip, delighting in its dewy-sweet brightness. As you do so, the tea pearls are teased into bursting, and reveal themselves to be tiny vibrant flowers. The crisp fragrance draws you in - an enchanting blend of orchid, rose, heather and lavender.

Even as she thoroughly enjoys the taste of the tea and its obviously familiar notes, you whisper, "Oh *dear*."

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You read what is written on a sheet of formal House Shevat stationery:
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From: Daraius Shevat
To  : Lief Myeras-Silvermoon
Subj: Family
Date: 4 Avechary, 567 C.E.
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Minister Myeras-Silvermoon.

Thank you again for your letter. Again I apologize that the depth of my
meditations has prevented my response until now. I have the distinct
impression that any counsel, encouragement, or disapproval I may have
had to offer is now quite irrelevant, but should you still wish to speak
with me, I would like to at least extend my congratulations on your
engagement in person.

May you be well, and your efforts fruitful.
~ Daraius Shevat

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The seal of Daraius Shevat is stamped onto the page: The stylized silhouette of a many-petaled lotus
blooms around the initials D.S. printed in stately block lettering at the blossom's center.
A sheet of formal House Shevat stationery is holding:
Nothing.

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You read what is written on serene stationery of pollen and bees:
Lord Daraius Shevat,

It brings me so much joy and no small amount of trepidation to emphatically say I am still interested in meeting. My initial queries previously alluded to remain upon my mind, though I am admittedly more personally invested in learning what I may now.

I dare to hope disapproval rests not within your heart, however, and take your particular choice in gift for us to be a good sign. I did so enjoy its aroma before I knew just what its intended use is for.  Knowing what I now know, though, it touches me deeply to have received a bottle of it from you.

The seal of Unbroken Lief Myeras-Silvermoon is stamped onto the page: Color blankets most of this perfectly square impression, while its details are silhouettes in the blank spaces left to them. An opening along the right border follows an arching branch to the center, and then just a bit further still. Bowing but not breaking, it bears the promising weight of glossy apples heavy with ripeness, their fruitful globes couched by sprays of leaves, a mark of the Unbroken.
Serene stationery of pollen and bees is holding:
Nothing.