Sender: Morpho Recipient: Our Feathered Friend Topic: Render Unto Us
The Light of the Abyss looks fickle curiosity.
A tale known to Us by rote and repetition. Truth lies in plain view. You have assisted many times, little raven, asking little in return. There are places where aid can be rendered unto Our everlasting Light. Our nascent Carriers, bereft of tools and designs, require eyes and means We do not currently possess. There yet remains the matter of the Archives, as well. We have not ceased in Our search for Our Birthright.
Aid Us in these spheres, dear feathered friend, and Our knowing of Our bond shall blossom indeed.
