Public Letter From Your High Councilor

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[ ！] Posted across Mitronan territories is a poster penned in neat handwriting [ ！]
[Accessible to everyone.]​

Citizens, Outsiders, Friends, and Family

I pray the Spirits have been kind. I write this letter intending to share with you a significant and deeply personal decision that I have come to; I, Fenrin, am relinquishing the Zakarian name.

For decades I have carried the Zakarian name through the best of times, and the worst. However, as I step into the role of High Councilor and care for the growing community on Sunscape, I believe it important that I do so without the preconceived notions or expectations tied to my lineage.

This decision was not made lightly nor without profound consideration. However, as times are changing, for myself and my community, I feel I must admit a truth I have long tried to ignore. My name carried with it a significant amount of history and trauma but that is not to say it was without its triumphs. By taking this new name, I hope to honor the ideals I’ve preached for many moons. Ideals of identity, community, and new beginnings.

Henceforth, I shall be known as Fenrin Leomenor Lón’solyn in honor of my parentage. I want to extend my deepest gratitude to my family who have shown support and understanding with this decision; and to those who eventually will.

Your High Councilor,
Fenrin L. Lón’solyn

 

[NovaComa]

"Good for him" Amari comments sincerely

 

[spectralUsurper]

Elduin, still recovering from his three-day hangover, looked through the announcement underneath a tree's canopy, lightly yawning and taking careful sips of some fruit juice. He hummed then with newly sparked interest, recognizing the writer of the notice. "...Ah! This was... expected, to say the least. I'm surprised he never addressed it sooner." He spoke aloud under his breath, scratching the side of his head briefly. Then, he chuckled, raising his glass of juice in the air as if he were cheering. "A toast to a new era for your personal journey, Fenrin." He lifted the cup to his lips after, chugging it with an air of dissatisfaction in the overly sweet flavor. He should've just drank water.

 

[NewbisWizard]

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Atticus frowned reading over the missive, wishing he had Dain as a father himself.

 

[haleybug]

Izara sat with her legs crossed in her bed, seemingly just waking up. The desk to her left had mounds of missives on it for her to go through to keep up with the politics of Eden. A small groan escaped her lips from the all the words she dreaded reading. She nearly fell back asleep whilst her eye fought to stay open.

When the knock came to her door she grumbled to herself. Looking to her bed, she frowned, and quietly begged to go back sleeping. Though she said: “Come in.”. And so the wood elven guard did. He had handed her a letter. One that immediately caught her attention with the name “Fenrin.”. The Khari’cerr quickly rubbed her eye to read through it.

And as she did, she breathed in fresh air at that moment. She wasn’t much for words. Especially in her own company, but her expression was something of being prideful. The Khari’cerr folded the piece of paper and stuck it under her thigh to think further— and the next steps after this.

After a few moments of silence, she murmured, “Tinijs work, Tericyées.”.

With that, the ‘Cerr fell back and drifted off to sleep.