Letter at the college of Tilverton, for Morgan
How are you this morning? Well, whatever time of the day this letter finds you. I pen you
under a sky that freezes the eye with awein the morning, dull at sea. And I’d like to imagine this’ll reach you a morning a couple of days from now.
Long journey, doll. The hours are cold and quiet
save for the waves and the moans of the planks under my feet.Makes me miss Arabel - it was... A trip, on the wild side, to visit you crazy northerners, but worth every copper. If only to see that neck.
In any case, with the Golden Guard I earned enough coin not just to come back home and shower my seven little siblings with gifts, but also my mom, and yet I have the coin to catch a ship back there again... And I will, soon.
For now I wanted to write to you
so I remember that it’s worth it, to leave them down here alone, while I chase ‘the unreachable star’, as the illustrous Cervantes once wroteso you know I made it safe... Mostly because there’s no smoke elementals up here. I still have a cough, by the by!
You’re in my thoughts, Morgan, see you soon.
Autumnseed Lyricbottle Swindlebrook Barrowside farm, Shoun-Beluir rd., mile 17, Luiren