Letters with the Dear Departed

[smae]

Dear Art,

I had missed our time back north. However difficult it is to get my writings back to you, I feel compelled to share my feelings and happenings on paper. Much more has happened to me in these past months then I could expect in my entire life. Even in a new country, I'd expect simple living to be a bit... simpler, you know? Not that I mind it so much, I'm sure you're surprised to hear, most of it was done with you in mind. 

I've even taken a class in Wayfinding! Yes you read right. I signed up just so I could teach you when I come back home. Perhaps I could learn other things as well, though don't expect much. I still spend most of my time lazing and gorging as always.

I've seen some wild things here, speaking animals that call themselves "Magical Beasts", a bit on the nose their name, right? I've seen large creatures, wolves who wish to read, doctors who offer pie, and so many other things.

I've settled in a home in what I presume is the hottest part of the country (Bors' ass, I hope it doesn't get hotter anywhere else) and have talked with some of the locals. Things tend to get pretty heated in most places in this country, making a largely dangerous place to be. The desert (the place I reside) tends to hold a more passive role, safer even. Living is not cheap though, not like back at home. So I ought to get a job soon.

I have missed you so, and hope my letters will find my way to you. Likely, just sheer on distance, they will end in the hands of some farmer. I hope whoever fumbles upon this get's a kick out of it. Regardless, I shall send more letters your way in the coming months.

Yours Sincerely,

Enyas Silca

[smae]

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.]

[smae]

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]