[center][h1][b]Iraleth Kyrios[/b][/h1][/center]

It was a simple bloody question. Considering what Umbralists did to the world, it wasn't even unreasonable. From now until the end of recorded history, anything even vaguely connected to Umbralism would naturally fall under suspicion. From the expression on Ciara's face, it seemed she took offense. Damn her. Why couldn't she understand? The burden of proof would always be on her. It would always be on her. The Apocalpyse was still too fresh in living memory for things to be any other way. Iraleth's own loss was still too fresh in her memory for her to...

As Ciara began to nod off, Iraleth did as well, exhaustion clouding her mind. The last thought she had before sleep took her was nothing but calm. One way or another, she'd settle this tomorrow.

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[h2]The next day...[/h2]

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Father,

Arrived at Wingram, passed trial. Student in full now.
Possible Umbralist incursion. Will provide updates as needed. 
Doing fine, will make you proud.

Hugs and kisses,
Iraleth
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She'd woken earlier than the others, it seemed. Enough time to compose a brief message, just to reassure her father that she hadn't gotten lost on the way from the city. Or failed the entrance test. 

The letter was short, terse, and to the point. There wasn't much value in flowery words when shorter sentences conveyed information just fine. Considering Vaal Nero's electricity shortage, it'd be a waste to use Essence Mail for a brief update. Paper and ink would suffice. 

Iraleth rose from her desk in the room, sealing the letter and taking it along with her as she set off, intent on finding a mail room or something of the sort.