Found by my players in the snowy surf, curled in the jaws of a sea serpent, which was caught dead in the talons of an ocean hawk, which was dead in the jaws of a pure white fox: the letter was covered in contact poison.
"To my most Pearlescent and Flowering sister -
May these words quickly reach your Orchid Manse -
I have been ruined by pirates -
Send rescue -
I will wait with my attendants in the place where the eels sing their night songs -
Come in Haste, Daphne my Love -
'Ware the giant, he sniffs the bloodshed and prowls from his home among the waves -
PS: I trust you received my shipment of jaguars, passage to Loth Armanea has been made slow by Velkiss. Offer her a Purple Child when she blows against you."
Sylvia Plath describes the Lady Daphne von Kirin Santos 100% accurately:
All day she plays at chess with the bones of the world:
Favored (while suddenly the rains begin
Beyond the window) she lies on cushions curled
And nibbles an occasional bonbon of sin.
Prim, pink-breasted, feminine, she nurses
Chocolate fancies in rose-papered rooms
Where polished higboys whisper creaking curses
And hothouse roses shed immortal blooms.
The garnets on her fingers twinkle quick
And blood reflects across the manuscript;
She muses on the odor, sweet and sick,
Of festering gardenias in a crypt,
And lost in subtle metaphor, retreats
From gray child faces crying in the streets.