Zellfire, to Divayth
Auridon was lovely, and I already miss it. I had some concern when I first arrived that I would never get used to their architecture; it is so square and flat and dead compared to the living Telvanni towers of Tel Fyr, so strange to be in a building that doesn’t breathe or grow.
I became accustomed to the style, however, and even came to like it. And I’m not just saying that because of how well those dead-wood houses burn… though I must admit there’s a certain appeal to a structure that large in the grips of a conflagration, whether I caused it or not.
But Queen Ayrenn requested I meet her in Grahtwood, and so I came to the Bosmer forest capitol of Elden Root. I suppose it comes as no surprise that it’s filled with Bosmer, and yet I am, nonetheless, continually and unpleasantly surprised by them. Their alcohol is simply disgusting, and I will spare you the details of it. The biggest source of discomfort, however, are the trees and tree-houses. Our mushrooms don’t press in on one with such humid intensity; they don’t blot out the sun with branches and vines and leaves. I should feel at home inside the Bosmer living-wood structures, circular and so much more similar to ours than the dead Altmer boxes, and yet I am always relieved to step back outside. Naturally, of course, the Bosmer abjure teleportation or levitation magic, and you would not believe the number of steps I have been forced to climb since my arrival. It is tedious and uncivilized.
I am enclosing some beautiful and unusual plant specimens from the region in case they are helpful with your medicinal research. The Bosmer are sitting on an extraordinary wealth of potent fauna, but they have a religious prohibition that prevents them from picking a single flower or even harvesting ripe fruit. I won’t pretend to understand their squeamishness, but am happy to benefit from it and harvest the plants they leave untouched. The alchemist with whom I have contracted has been inspired by my shipments, and has sent me the most amazing tinctures as a result. Nothing you couldn’t brew, of course, but far better than I expected from a freelancer.
Time presses; I must conclude.