06-29-2025, 04:27 AM
Dear Art,
It's been a while since I've sent a letter your way. It took me too long to write this admittedly. So much has happened, more then last time. If I were to wait even a bit longer I worry more and more subjects will pile onto this letter.
My new home in the desert had turned me away. They had taken a turn for isolationism, and given my only recent residency and foreign status I found myself quite unwelcome. At that, I had travelled east where, graciously, the weather is much cooler. I had found that my nights slept in the woods, on grass under a tent, had been more comfortable then in my bed in the desert on just influence of the temperature.
Most significant of all news, I had joined an Army. They go by the Azure Order, of the Caethir Kingdom. The Queen had graciously offered me the position of Squire, to which I had been serving the Knight-Commander. So far, I have not fought in any battles, but by the time you are reading this, that fact may differ. I don't mean to excite you. I promise I will take it easy, you know you can trust me on that.
I had continued my practice on Wayfinding. I have yet to form a portal, my instructor had made it seem a potentially destructive task, which has been anxiety inducing. Though that anxiety had inspired me to careful consideration. I've always felt home in a classroom, but laboratory work is foreign to me, if you could call it to that. It's not like studying language or logic, the application of it is physical and safety is something to consider in lone company.
I don't expect a letter in return. Given my doubt that my letters are even making their way to you. Though I am curious as to how things have been back home. I hope you and your mother are well. I hope my father isn't giving you too much trouble. If I am to turn up dead, please let him know. I'd rest easier knowing he felt guilt. I apologize for the dour note, but you know the strength of my feelings.
Yours Sincerely,
Enyas Silca
[The letter was found by a farmer just outside of Arcadia, it was sent to him by mistake.]
It's been a while since I've sent a letter your way. It took me too long to write this admittedly. So much has happened, more then last time. If I were to wait even a bit longer I worry more and more subjects will pile onto this letter.
My new home in the desert had turned me away. They had taken a turn for isolationism, and given my only recent residency and foreign status I found myself quite unwelcome. At that, I had travelled east where, graciously, the weather is much cooler. I had found that my nights slept in the woods, on grass under a tent, had been more comfortable then in my bed in the desert on just influence of the temperature.
Most significant of all news, I had joined an Army. They go by the Azure Order, of the Caethir Kingdom. The Queen had graciously offered me the position of Squire, to which I had been serving the Knight-Commander. So far, I have not fought in any battles, but by the time you are reading this, that fact may differ. I don't mean to excite you. I promise I will take it easy, you know you can trust me on that.
I had continued my practice on Wayfinding. I have yet to form a portal, my instructor had made it seem a potentially destructive task, which has been anxiety inducing. Though that anxiety had inspired me to careful consideration. I've always felt home in a classroom, but laboratory work is foreign to me, if you could call it to that. It's not like studying language or logic, the application of it is physical and safety is something to consider in lone company.
I don't expect a letter in return. Given my doubt that my letters are even making their way to you. Though I am curious as to how things have been back home. I hope you and your mother are well. I hope my father isn't giving you too much trouble. If I am to turn up dead, please let him know. I'd rest easier knowing he felt guilt. I apologize for the dour note, but you know the strength of my feelings.
Yours Sincerely,
Enyas Silca
[The letter was found by a farmer just outside of Arcadia, it was sent to him by mistake.]