Found you at last!
To: Austela Arsaeria
From: Kai Loreli Wyn
At: Y 23,984SRB, M 08, D 02, H 02:18 2SC/3+4.5
From the fact you have a new name – a fact that has, may I add, made it somewhat difficult to track you down – I guess your initiation into the Arsaeria was a success. As much as I could take this moment to shower you with praise or exclaim my surprise, I won’t. I always knew this day would come, from the moment you came to me. If my poor crow soul is to speak at all on this matter, it should be so the galaxy hears, and I may cry ‘look at my little girl shine how she has always shone!’.
Except, of course, you are not little anymore. You may spare any scowls towards your datascreen. It’s done nothing to deserve them.
What I would like to know – indeed, what I may boldly believe I deserve to know – is where exactly in this zashen galaxy are you?
Patrons protect, Hashel (or should that be Austela?), you can’t just go galavanting off across the galaxy without sending me a message. Or an itinerary. Colour-coded. With timings to the second.
I know the Arsaeria are your family, now, and their ships are your home. You don’t need your old crow sat pecking at your shoulder. I know that.
But spare a thought for an old friend, if nothing else. Let me know where you are. And not just so I can buy out all your concert tickets and sell them on at cutthroat prices. I definitely wouldn’t do that.
I am where I always have been,
Apparently possessing ‘strong ankles’,