LOVE SOMEONE NEW ☆ letter

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

With how peaceful things had been as of recent months, aside from one brief instance of hostility, Goldie honestly didn't have much reason to suspect anything had gone askew. Of course, she knew better than to trust the peace for so long. There was always assholes out there and, frankly, she's shocked no one's recently even tried to kill her. Maybe they all finally got the memo that she was a Hell of a beast to take down. The Gods would choose how and when she'd die, and thus far, they'd only demanded her be less reckless; surely a sign that she is still meant to be alive. Nonetheless, it was a good break, even if personal affairs still held her back, kept her down. She has decided as of late, that this would not dictate her life. The guilt, the sorrow, the grief - that was not who Goldenluxury Roux was. There was tragedy, but there was little time to spend dwelling on it. She'd already spent too much time doing so. And soon, they'd get to have a feast together. She could spend time preparing for that, trying new recipes. The pain and hostility all around was not on the forefront of her mind, even if she did continue to make plans in spare time.

When she would arrive to the scene today, however, she would ultimately notice something was off. Not quite yet, of course, considering she would still need to read the letter that was delivered by the familiar Archimedes. The tigress was pulled forward by both the shrieking of the owl, not dissimilar to her former companion harpy eagle, as well as the call of Michael. She gives a nod to the dealer before peering towards the ruffled owl, and lastly to the letter Michael had begun to open for her, gently grabbing at it to glance at it. She didn't plan on reading it in full yet, as she'd rather do so at her desk in the captain's quarters, thinking of her own response at the same time. However, her eyes did travel over to the bottom, where the ink is smudged, and name is cut off.

That was odd.

"Well, I wonder if she ran outta' ink." The captain would wonder aloud for a moment before adjusting her stance, rolling the letter back up. From her quick assessment, it didn't seem there was any warning upon the message - just the oddness at the end. Still a red flag, and she knew she would have to be sure to follow through with double checking they were all doing just fine. "We'll have t' visit our ally in a few days anyway." She continues to think aloud, also as a note, even if he didn't really go to Tanglewood. He was the dealer, and that was partially his job, still, after all. "Thank you, Archi n' Michael."