Sure, of course — the second excerpt will be signed by Arha, making it easier to identify who is penning what, based on calligraphy:
i. Hatisse to Arha: she is returned to Taravast, where she has found the Attaryl in the chaos and tensions previous reports from her sister sorceresses suggested. As Arha knows, the Attaryl are diplomats, pacifists. Surely they are no match for the aggressions for the Bessis? Surely they cannot be culled like cattle when they lie defenceless? But the conclave of Taravast gives them no help in this.
ii. Arha to Hatisse: a wealth of praise for Hatisse's lips, her eyes, her hair. Beauty beyond compare, kindness without tarnish. He is not a man of poetry, not a scholar, but for her, he yet learns.
iii. Arha to Hatisse: they say tensions have mounted, that the Bessis and the Attaryl have clashed in the streets now, that blood will pour until one destroys the other to become the single faction of sorcery in Taravast. They say the Attaryl led the onslaught first. Were they fools? Do they not know the Bessis bring fire? What will their pretty words do then, their courtly manners?
iv. Hatisse to Arha: she sees now, how their enemies have converted him, how their voices speak through him. It aches her so. Let him keep his distance, then, let him leave her and her sisters as the conclave abandoned them already. He is a man grown, he rules an army. Hatisse joined his court to advise him, but she has failed, that much is plain. She has taught him nothing.
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i. Hatisse to Arha: she is returned to Taravast, where she has found the Attaryl in the chaos and tensions previous reports from her sister sorceresses suggested. As Arha knows, the Attaryl are diplomats, pacifists. Surely they are no match for the aggressions for the Bessis? Surely they cannot be culled like cattle when they lie defenceless? But the conclave of Taravast gives them no help in this.
ii. Arha to Hatisse: a wealth of praise for Hatisse's lips, her eyes, her hair. Beauty beyond compare, kindness without tarnish. He is not a man of poetry, not a scholar, but for her, he yet learns.
iii. Arha to Hatisse: they say tensions have mounted, that the Bessis and the Attaryl have clashed in the streets now, that blood will pour until one destroys the other to become the single faction of sorcery in Taravast. They say the Attaryl led the onslaught first. Were they fools? Do they not know the Bessis bring fire? What will their pretty words do then, their courtly manners?
iv. Hatisse to Arha: she sees now, how their enemies have converted him, how their voices speak through him. It aches her so. Let him keep his distance, then, let him leave her and her sisters as the conclave abandoned them already. He is a man grown, he rules an army. Hatisse joined his court to advise him, but she has failed, that much is plain. She has taught him nothing.