..should it please Her.

The distinct smell of night-blooming jasmine rises above the musky notes perfuming the letter in your hands. <-- Hello???

You read what is written on a sheet of perfumed lavender stationery:

Dear Gurashi An'Ryshe,

It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance and meet an esteemed friend
of many in the Serenwilde after Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon's
performance. I especially noted the kindly given flower that you gifted
to her on behalf of your forest's Lady of Thorns. I thought it was was
such a sweet gesture shared between nations that are normally at odds.

In the vein of cordiality, I also write to you on behalf of the Lady
Enchantress to thank you for the invite which you graciously bestowed
upon Her to your festival. She was quite pleased by the invite, and even
more pleased to attend. Unfortunately, She regrets She was unable to
speak with you Herself to offer Her thanks, as it appears that there was
nobody to greet Her where She arrived as everybody was too busy
elsewhere during the festival.

In Her love of your forest and in the solstice spirit of giving, She
thought it best to keep a memento to remember the occasion, and She is
thankful for that as well. The Lady Enchantress also wishes to inform
you that She may return the memento when She is finished with it, should
it please Her.

Your friend,
Geochemist Uzriel
A sheet of perfumed lavender stationery is holding:
Nothing.

Esei stares blankly at you.

You blink a few times and stare at a sheet of perfumed lavender stationery in confusion.

Esei tilts their head curiously at you.

You stare implacably at a sheet of perfumed lavender stationery.

Beads of sweat break out on your face.

Faintly buzzing, you whisper, "Memento..."

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk asks, "Memento?"

You have emoted: Gurashi returns to re-re-reading his letter.

***Died in timequake, went to re-read, asked Lief since she is friends with Uzriel***

You have emoted: Gurashi looks a little less worried, but still seems very upset overall.

The lavender vellum fades within your hands, becoming translucent and soft. It falls from your grasp and blows away as lavender mist, leaving behind only the scent of night-blooming jasmine.

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at the letter slowly dissolves into nothing more than mist carried off on the breeze. His antennae drop, mouth agape.