To whom it may concern:

I have awoken from my torpor with the sour taste of disgust in my mouth.
I awoke to see Nerehte being worn by those who have made it as a house.

I've seen how my kind can spread, like fire. Do it, procreate as you
will, but leave my name out of it. You are not Nerehte.

Because I wear this name, does not make it a house. It was chosen for a
different purpose entirely. A time ago, I was engaged to a woman.
Togeather we chose the name to share in our marrage.

I no longer have her, deaths talons reaching her long ago. I still have
my name, however, as a reminder.

To those "Nerehte"s out there, I demand you remove my name from yours.


The only one,

Etheriel Nerehte.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Midautumn, in the year 90 MA.