Other Gods. That was what Janessa had said.
She did not know what had gone wrong; she was too uninformed to understand the complexities of magic and ritual. She was a seamstress who did not always want to be one and a Jerno who did not always want to be Jerno. There was no room for understanding the less tangible, the mystical, the illusive. And so, when things were beyond her comprehension, she sought to fix them with what she could understand: niceties, learning, simple things for simple girls.
A letter written by adhering to the rules in The Yssential Geide to Litricy, which she had found hidden behind two dusty tomes on one of the higher shelves in Darkenhold's library. Duquesne had not entirely approved of the book -- her reading it had been extracurricular at best.
Menna Sarah Janessa,
I hoape this Letter fines you wello Please ascuse the Bad Writeing while I try my beast to understant how to properly put words to Paige I am a meat head Girl whoe is tryeing very hard at thiso
so
what happent the Other Day between us is my Seacret just like your Seacret Talent is your Seacret and You can ask Cherny or Catch the Marshall how good i keep my mouth clost about important things, I was afraid maybe i had done somthing wrong to hurt you or put you in danjer, I appreshitted grateful for you tryeing your best to help me but not Everything will be able to get healt or fixed no matter how good and well-meaning your hants areo
so
Please tell me you are well and feeling better, I cannot help but feel like I did somthing inadvittently inententioa mistaken to harm youo
the [a word scribbled in a more confident hand, but in an illegible language] are jealous gods but i never prayt to them to hurt anyone, that is me and being honest, and never somone like you o
your friend
glour'eya gloria wynsee