A seeming progressive set of letters that have come about due to various conversations, those who listen as she recites in what may or may not be a jest, or look at the page she is writing upon would see as follows:
[Neat script, in crimson ink begins across the page:]
Your Graces:
As the most adorable poet in red, I would humbly like to request that you open Political Negotiations on my behalf. You see, the
I humbly ask that we convince them to switch to (ink dots the page as she has perhaps paused in thought ...) Pink. The reason I suggest this change Is due to the fact that Thayans deserve only the best of the worst, and likening them to washed out red... is in my humble opinion... Quite fitting.
My sincerest gratitude for your time,
The Adorably Red-Clad Poet
The Crimson Phoenix
(absolutely more adorable in red than all of Thay)
[The bottom of the page is nearly filled with a drawing of a phoenix, quite detailed and in the same red ink]
PS: I would also like to monopolize, since such monopolization are allowed... the market on red ink... there by offering you twenty five percent of my resulting profits in the sale of and use of said ink.
[On the facing page is a revision of the previous letter]
Your Graces:
I have reconsidered my choice of colors for the Thayans... So as not to insult roses who are lovely in pink, I have given some thought to orange, but do not wish to insult the fruit. With great deliberation, I have come up with a couple suitable alternatives: I would like to hear your thoughts on yellow, or perhaps black... both of which can suffer the insult gracefully I think.
Most humbly,
Your Favorite Poet
The Crimson Pheonix
Post Script: I have decided Yellow is far too dignified as Lathander might take offense. Black is the color of my dear night sky, and so eloquently accents the stars and Selune that it is no longer a suitable choice either. With yet more thought I have instead considered brown... for obvious reasons.
[On the front of a page tucked between the two, it reads as follows:]
Your Graces:
It is with much further consideration that brown, despite the obvious implications it may hold for Thay's Wizards... is also the color of my most favorite chocolates. As such, I have re-considered my reconsidered opinion, and have come to a new conclusion:
Due to the nature of other colors, and in light of not wishing to offend Lathander's faithful in yellows and golds, Oranges which are a lovely smelling fruit, Roses, Chocolate, My dear friend who is so fond of Blue , the night sky in its shades of black, and of course the much loved Red which is the object of my affection and reason for writing... In no way limited to these alone as I find Purple rather regal and hardly befitting, Green being the loveliest shade in the spring foliage, and the wide and varied spectrum I have not the space to list off...
I have concluded it would be both practical and prudent if they were to wear no robes what so ever... Thus not besmirching my glorious fashion sense and insulting all the other lovely colors.
Once again... with the uttermost sincerity,
The Most Color Conscious Poet
The Crimson Phoenix
[The whole thing is marked with a giant X and a new letter is on the back of the loose page]
Your Graces:
It has come to my attention that we do not want the -law abiding Thayans- to break the laws by running around naked. Aside from that, I no longer wish to see pasty wizardlings in proper (In the margin between lines: Or Improper) daylight. As such (Again the ink dots the page in contemplation) I propose they remain naked so as not to offend the lovely colors we are so fond of and have previously discussed. However, they should remain in their Enclave under lock and key for their own benefit... As a Sunburn would result in an insult to my beloved red, and be quite uncomfortable.
If you worry that this would insult their freedom, fear not for they value the freedom of others so little that they can afford the affront to their own.
With Finality,
Your Most Beloved and Practical Poet
The Crimson Phoenix
Post Script: Please make certain to use locks that cannot be manipulated by magic. We would not want our -law abiding Thayans- offending nobility and terrorizing small children in their nakedness. Sunburned wizardlings can be quite traumatic.
Post-Post Script... I would like to host a party. My mother was fond of parties... Her last one was so lovely that it burned the place down. All of it. And the guests enjoyed it so much they decided to stay. I learned well from my mother's Merry-Making. Thay, being guests of this humble city should be invited to such an illustrious party. They can even arrive naked as it will help them to -enjoy- the party to its full extent.
Addendum to the Post Post Script... Please allow me use of a building you are not overly fond of for said party. I imagine the guests might get rather rowdy, so it is likely best held where no one can hear them
Finally and Most Endearingly,
The Perfect In Red Hostess/Poet
The Crimson Phoenix
Actually, as with most of Leslie's stuff, it's a great read and shorter than most.