Below a small RP meant to illustrate a reaction.
Words from Sel
Awaiting near the Temple of the Triumverate in Bescanon, the young Noble was surprised by an unexpected letter. It was from Selenia. The Sun had beaten the earth below like the armies of the North had the South. Relentless and without pause. As its glare lessened so Nemean hastily broke the seal that kept the words upon the parchment hidden.
Word from Sel always made him happy. Wind gently nudged the branches overhead. Making lush green leafs dance a slow rhythm. A visage marked by the hallmarks of health and unblemished by the passing of time took on an uncharacteristic mask, if indeed it was pretend. Long became the furrow upon his forehead. The brows above each eye turned down towards the nose. His gaze grew hard.
The words having past from parchment to his mind, his head dipped and he exhaled heavily. There was no joy in his demeanor as Nemean tucked the letter away. A single hand he placed upon the bark of the tree that had been proving him with shade. That too, he wouldn't long need anymore.
