07-01-2025, 10:24 AM
Dear Art,
I have great news! I had found myself a new part of a family. Don't fret, it's not through marriage. Have better faith in me (I kid, I know you know there's no doubt to our love). No, rather it was found through common benefit. My benefactor had noticed my loneliness in this foreign land and offered me a home. In exchange, I help with the orphanage and other tasks around the property. For the first time, I could describe my time here in Meranthe as "pleasant". Of course it would always be more pleasant back home with you.
I had also been inspired to find a use for my knowledge in logic here in this land. It's not for leadership, no. Rather I found a much more interesting use for it. I cannot write much about it now, given I still don't know if my letters are reaching you. Regrettably, more secrets may be ahead and until I can find a direct means to send these letters to you, I'll have to refrain from sharing them. You understand, right?
I don't believe I mentioned it last time, I had been studying magic here in Meranthe. I'm sure that's no surprise, you wanted to do so yourself, remember? Sadly, you could not join us on some account. I don't remember what that is clearly, for some reason. Perhaps if you could write back you could remind me.
Speaking of the journey... I had struggled to put it into words. Most of the caravan, they hadn't survived. I wanted my first few letters to be pleasant so I spared the story. Looking back that was a horribly selfish way to handle it. I had been apathetic to it early in the year, I hadn't known most of the members of the caravan, being the only one a part from our village. Now, it's became clear there stands a trauma in my heart. It was damned Atrellyans. They killed them because it was easy. I was the only Magi, too much effort to bother I guess. I hid like a damned coward. I was there to protect them, but I hid.
No more of that, I owe it to them to work fearlessly from now on.
Yours Truly,
Enyas Silca
[This letter, somehow, ended in the hands of a merchant's child in Altharim. The back of it was later used as paper for drawing, now hung in the child's dorm]
I have great news! I had found myself a new part of a family. Don't fret, it's not through marriage. Have better faith in me (I kid, I know you know there's no doubt to our love). No, rather it was found through common benefit. My benefactor had noticed my loneliness in this foreign land and offered me a home. In exchange, I help with the orphanage and other tasks around the property. For the first time, I could describe my time here in Meranthe as "pleasant". Of course it would always be more pleasant back home with you.
I had also been inspired to find a use for my knowledge in logic here in this land. It's not for leadership, no. Rather I found a much more interesting use for it. I cannot write much about it now, given I still don't know if my letters are reaching you. Regrettably, more secrets may be ahead and until I can find a direct means to send these letters to you, I'll have to refrain from sharing them. You understand, right?
I don't believe I mentioned it last time, I had been studying magic here in Meranthe. I'm sure that's no surprise, you wanted to do so yourself, remember? Sadly, you could not join us on some account. I don't remember what that is clearly, for some reason. Perhaps if you could write back you could remind me.
Speaking of the journey... I had struggled to put it into words. Most of the caravan, they hadn't survived. I wanted my first few letters to be pleasant so I spared the story. Looking back that was a horribly selfish way to handle it. I had been apathetic to it early in the year, I hadn't known most of the members of the caravan, being the only one a part from our village. Now, it's became clear there stands a trauma in my heart. It was damned Atrellyans. They killed them because it was easy. I was the only Magi, too much effort to bother I guess. I hid like a damned coward. I was there to protect them, but I hid.
No more of that, I owe it to them to work fearlessly from now on.
Yours Truly,
Enyas Silca
[This letter, somehow, ended in the hands of a merchant's child in Altharim. The back of it was later used as paper for drawing, now hung in the child's dorm]