1st of Eleint

Bourdekin sighed and read the letter again. The artful blend of affection and guilt-tripping was truly impressive to behold.
 
Unfortunately, there wasn't time to acquiesce to the demands laid out. The Eye still hovered above Chult, and until that abomination was put to rest, she resolved to dedicate herself to the task. Or as much as she could between training her apprentice Prince Na and completing missions for her Queen. A world-imperiling threat was no reason to neglect her responsibilities, after all.
 
Still, wasn't representing one of the most respected families of Suzail at what would undoubtedly be the social event of the year also one of her responsibilities? Yes, if the letter in front of her was to be believed.
 
The doctor idly rubbed her beak and gazed out the window. She then unrolled a piece of fresh parchment and dipped a small quill into a nearby pot of ink.
 
"My Dearest Darling Mother,
 
I regret to inform you that I will be unable to attend Cousin Esmeralda's upcoming wedding...."