The social diary was referenced as Jennifer made updates. The conversation with the Daeva at Court had been revealing. A bit disappointing. In the early days of her time in Sacramento, a conversation with Verity Carmen was enjoyable. A skilled socialite could be a contributor for many social situations going well. Yet Ms. Alicia Silvers was not proving to be a skilled socialite. If what Jennifer had overheard at Court was correct, she seemed confused about how a Kindred could make their image endure. A confusing situation to find oneself in. Would Clan Daeva find a priscus who was able to steer the Clan into an upward trajectory? It would be provide stability for the domain and for that reason, Jennifer hoped that it would be accomplished. Yet a Priscus leaving her Clan in shambles without setting up a successor was not Jennifer’s problem.
New page – the Mekhet Priscus had failed to respond to any correspondence. He had not sent any correspondence relating to the Alliance at all, as far as Jennifer could tell. A note that Priscus Albert Baker once again failed to respond to a letter was made. Priest Otto Schneider’s letter was picked up. Jennifer read the letter again with attention paid to the word usage. There needed to be a bit of salt applied to these opinions. The two Kindred were of opposing Covenants and likely attributed many aspects that an unbiased person might attribute to a simple misunderstanding to a major flaw in character. Yet there was a concern that was formed in
Jennifer from Priest Schneider’s letter. Clan Mekhet had not succeeded in correcting their image for one member of the Domain.
The fine pen that Priscus Jack had given her touched the page as Jennifer made a note of Mr. Schneider’s concerns and the information that he shared. Jennifer turned the page and studied the notation that Jennifer had made about Mr. Marcus Roman contacting her about the poacher. This information had buttoned up the issue that had been hanging over the Domain and exposed the Domain to danger. A rogue poacher could alert the Kine to the predator among them. Worse, it could summon hunters. Jennifer checked the wooden tree with little clips for correspondence over the last three months. Jennifer took a moment to carefully check each branch.
No new letter from the Reeve. Jennifer removed every letter from the correspondence tree, filed the letters in her office drawer. The act helped to organize her thoughts. Jennifer picked up a fine box of stationary from another drawer and penned a letter. It was addressed informally and the titles omitted were done so with a purpose. Jennifer did not want to have to approach this as Seneschal. The letter to Helen was placed in an envelope and set in a wooden outbox for Liam to seal with wax and ferry to the Reeve.
That done, Jennifer penned another letter. This one was trickier for walking the path of not causing offense. Yet clarifying her concerns. That one was picked up and held in her hand. Jennifer locked her social diary within the locked drawer and tidied her writing desk. Jennifer had personal experience in watching the ravages of time brush over a mind like the eroding dust of a barren desert. The mind was touched by an Alucinor’s Curse, which made the grasp with reality more tenuous. Jennifer considered if she had left anything unaddressed. No. She would handle setting arrangements herself as no one in Clan Mekhet seemed to have an interest in doing so.