Kistin

(apon rolling out the scroll something tumbled out and into your claws)

Dearest Parents,
It is so good hearing from you at last, it has been far to long and my claws have been itching to write more and more frequently as the days have passed on, but it eases my hear that we will be in contact more in future with plenty of things to write about to one another.
As you might already see, I have sent a pair of trinkets for you to remember me by, to you father I send a stunning stone I found at the bottom of the cliffs five minutes fly from my clans home. It was shining so brigh amongst the white rocks that it seemed lucky, and I hope it brings you good luck in your hunting trips.
And to you mother, a broach I had made at the metal smiths in the ash fall wastes, I thought the colours would be a nice token of nature flight, like the leaves of the behemoth. We went on a trip a bunch of us to the wastes, one of the clans who’s boarders sit against our own is a close friend and we frequently deal in trades, gossip and produce and protect each others boarders, though think the storm god I don’t have to mind the battlements myself, our clan is plenty strong enough for others to take the job willingly, you might be scared at who we have here that’s the war dragons sect, I must remember to send a photo of them sometime, they are quite impressive.

I eagerly await more details on your coven,
Your loving Daughter
Irid