Sender: Mother Recipient: Dark Bird ponderponderponderponder
The moment comes. We speak.
We sense our children have taken initiative in addressing yours. It was not intended, but has nonetheless been of use. There is much in the way of harmony theirs still need to learn. Yet there also is such indeed that we alone must consider. This relay is still most cumbersome, but it does offer more forms of record than our collective memory.
We shall take care in such treacherous crossroads, and direct our children to act away from them. Harbinger is a most ominous being, but perhaps 'he' is correct in presuming the danger of such sentinels. We will need to know more eventually, if such threatens to intercede in our great trial.
Yes. The Great Trial. We must continue to prepare for it, even as our new home continues to elude us. There is much to prove... ... and much to prove wrong. Our Bretheren will receive that which was meant for both our tribes. But we shall take it in our own way, within our pace. Spitfire is an absolute certainty, yet we shall devise means to survive. There will be ways to subvert the darkness, if we can only find them.
We shall hear your thoughts of 'strategy'. But it will do us little until we have strength and mobility. Have yours determined your necessities for the gates?
We exist in truth. There are no friends but family, and those who deserve to be among family. Many dark minds may yet sparkle with Light, when their fickle societies are brought to understanding. Some will perish, but we hope to incorporate more.
