Safe Ascent Brother,
Something is not right. The telecaster speaks of a city that found a bomb, likely left by these Watchers of Glass. But the Navy, they found it so easily, and the color was all wrong. It felt staged, like they wanted it to be found to show themselves as the ‘good guys.’ Echo has found very interesting clues as to why this might be: the Navy knew about the Deremitru, and even thought they would be ‘valuable.’ They do not want people to know of this thread.
But they *must.* And so we did. With hard work, we set up a stage. With clever fingers, we wove a costume, and with brilliant minds we brought our findings to the world. Kiíellièn spoke of what was done, and of the secrets that many hands are trying to cover up. It carried not only over Lux’s profile, but the waves of the telecaster. Something that I thought needed a radio tower of sorts.
Kiíellièn says she is a princess. I… just stared at her. I do not know what to believe anymore. Somehow, of all the strange things she has said and done, this was the easiest to accept. Even so… her saying she was sent by our Aspects to correct mistakes. Saying how much like family they are, how she has meals with them every Tuusdey, it… it does not make them sound relatable, Brother, it just makes them sound like they have a favorite child.
Maybe there is some jealousy from me. I am sorry - I do not mean to put words in your mouth. Or, anyone’s for that matter. Although… looking at it like a favored child does make more sense of this. The Keeper is very odd, and she is old, but not so old that a ‘Kingdom’ would still be something to speak of. Is it simply that her home - her world - is so much further behind that of ours that the Aspects feel the need to hold their hand more? So it would mean, that because we are the older child, we are not watched as closely. We will make good choices, because we have in the past, and they do not need to check in on us to make sure we are doing our homework.
But… even the eldest and most independent child would still like to be told that they are loved. That what they do matters, and what they do is seen. I know they are busy. I know that is why the Vox are here. But it is like… celebrating a holiday with a friend, instead of getting a letter filled with blessings. One is just more personal, and sometimes, it is good to be personal.
Forgive me Brother; I do not really know what point I am trying to make, or what thought I am trying to piece together. I’m frightened to leave this house again, and I think I am just trying to find normalcy within all of the puzzles we are finding.
I will end on something good: the Beau’s are hearing us, and they are reacting in a good way. I can only hope that we can continue to lift spirits when so many are heavy.
To Pleasant Rests,
Xhoya