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As always, I hope that this letter finds you well as you continue your studies in Athenia. I was so happy to receive your last letter. They brighten my days. Send me another one soon?
Vasiliadon is the same as it always has been, but I must admit that the time moves much more slowly without you here to keep company with. Will you be home again any time soon? I spoke to your mother last week and she asked me about you. I told her that you seemed well? It's always so nice to see her. She's very kind to me.
I have so much to show you, so much to tell you that just does not fit inside a letter.
Achilleas tried to teach me how to use a dagger recently. I don't know that I trust myself with sharp things, truthfully. I'd much rather use my hands to grow things -- rather than end things. He says it's important though, so I let him teach me. It was...a little strange since he does not seem to like me very much.
Speaking of growing things, I tucked some dried lavender and pressed flowers in this letter for you. I'll be curious to hear from you how they made the journey. Perhaps if they do well, you might send me some seeds from where you are living in Athenia?
I have to go, my mother is calling for me to go with her to the city. Write me back, alright?
Gods be with you,
Sara
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My dearest friend, Alastor,
As always, I hope that this letter finds you well as you continue your studies in Athenia. I was so happy to receive your last letter. They brighten my days. Send me another one soon?
Vasiliadon is the same as it always has been, but I must admit that the time moves much more slowly without you here to keep company with. Will you be home again any time soon? I spoke to your mother last week and she asked me about you. I told her that you seemed well? It's always so nice to see her. She's very kind to me.
I have so much to show you, so much to tell you that just does not fit inside a letter.
Achilleas tried to teach me how to use a dagger recently. I don't know that I trust myself with sharp things, truthfully. I'd much rather use my hands to grow things -- rather than end things. He says it's important though, so I let him teach me. It was...a little strange since he does not seem to like me very much.
Speaking of growing things, I tucked some dried lavender and pressed flowers in this letter for you. I'll be curious to hear from you how they made the journey. Perhaps if they do well, you might send me some seeds from where you are living in Athenia?
I have to go, my mother is calling for me to go with her to the city. Write me back, alright?
Gods be with you,
Sara
My dearest friend, Alastor,
As always, I hope that this letter finds you well as you continue your studies in Athenia. I was so happy to receive your last letter. They brighten my days. Send me another one soon?
Vasiliadon is the same as it always has been, but I must admit that the time moves much more slowly without you here to keep company with. Will you be home again any time soon? I spoke to your mother last week and she asked me about you. I told her that you seemed well? It's always so nice to see her. She's very kind to me.
I have so much to show you, so much to tell you that just does not fit inside a letter.
Achilleas tried to teach me how to use a dagger recently. I don't know that I trust myself with sharp things, truthfully. I'd much rather use my hands to grow things -- rather than end things. He says it's important though, so I let him teach me. It was...a little strange since he does not seem to like me very much.
Speaking of growing things, I tucked some dried lavender and pressed flowers in this letter for you. I'll be curious to hear from you how they made the journey. Perhaps if they do well, you might send me some seeds from where you are living in Athenia?
I have to go, my mother is calling for me to go with her to the city. Write me back, alright?
Gods be with you,
Sara
My precious friend, Sara,
Has it really been four months since my last visit to Vasiliadon? I feel like I saw you yesterday and yet I miss you every day. Never fear, I'll always send you letters. Writing to you is one of the few reprieves I get from an ever-increasing curriculum. It's funny, that the first thing I do when I'm away from books and am done writing for the librarian for the day is think about writing you. It isn't every day that I actually do... there are obligations besides work and study that I've found to pass the time... but it's always the first thing I think of.
I'm glad to hear that you're well and that you've spoken with my mother. I write her often enough (but not as often as you. Don't tell her, she might get upset!) but it's often a formal check-in and an update on my course work. It's a relief that she's kind to you, but not a surprise. She's always taking a liking to you even if she hides the fact that she thinks our friendship is strange. After all, you're well... you! But, I think she appreciates that I've made at least one friend over the years.
I did receive the flowers! They're very lovely and I had them assembled into a wreath that I attached to my kline. I'm pleased to hear that Lord Achilleas is trying to teach you that! Self-defence is very important, even if you don't ever intend to use it. I've tried a couple swings with a sword, but after the fourth time it flew out of my hand in the same lesson, my instructor threw me out and said to go back to book reading. It was... decidedly unpleasant.
I did find the time to do as you asked. Enclosed within and sealed tightly in a roll of papyrus are some hyancith seeds. They grow into this lovely bell-shaped flower that gives off a rich scent. I hope you'll enjoy them as much as I do. They've a wonderful myth attached to them that I'd love to summarise for you.
Basically, there was a beautiful prince named Hyankithos, one of Apollo's many lovers. However, the lord of the west wind, Zephyrus loved him, too. They'd go back and forth in their competition for his attentions until one day Apollo and Hyankithos were tossing discus, the God teaching his lover how to do that. Zephyrus, in his jealousy, blew the disc back and it crushed Hyankithos' skull... From his blood grew the bell-shaped flower, and in his honour and from his grief Apollo named the flower after him...
Wow, looking at it, it's a very tragic and not at all sweet story... The performer told it in such a lovely way... Bards are fascinating creatures, aren't they? Anyway... I hope you enjoy the flowers.
I'll do my best to return to Vasiliadon as soon as possible for a visit. It's been far too long and I think there's a lull in my studies coming around and I need to reconvene with my parents to gather the funds for the next year of study.
Sincerely yours,
Your friend Alastor
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My precious friend, Sara,
Has it really been four months since my last visit to Vasiliadon? I feel like I saw you yesterday and yet I miss you every day. Never fear, I'll always send you letters. Writing to you is one of the few reprieves I get from an ever-increasing curriculum. It's funny, that the first thing I do when I'm away from books and am done writing for the librarian for the day is think about writing you. It isn't every day that I actually do... there are obligations besides work and study that I've found to pass the time... but it's always the first thing I think of.
I'm glad to hear that you're well and that you've spoken with my mother. I write her often enough (but not as often as you. Don't tell her, she might get upset!) but it's often a formal check-in and an update on my course work. It's a relief that she's kind to you, but not a surprise. She's always taking a liking to you even if she hides the fact that she thinks our friendship is strange. After all, you're well... you! But, I think she appreciates that I've made at least one friend over the years.
I did receive the flowers! They're very lovely and I had them assembled into a wreath that I attached to my kline. I'm pleased to hear that Lord Achilleas is trying to teach you that! Self-defence is very important, even if you don't ever intend to use it. I've tried a couple swings with a sword, but after the fourth time it flew out of my hand in the same lesson, my instructor threw me out and said to go back to book reading. It was... decidedly unpleasant.
I did find the time to do as you asked. Enclosed within and sealed tightly in a roll of papyrus are some hyancith seeds. They grow into this lovely bell-shaped flower that gives off a rich scent. I hope you'll enjoy them as much as I do. They've a wonderful myth attached to them that I'd love to summarise for you.
Basically, there was a beautiful prince named Hyankithos, one of Apollo's many lovers. However, the lord of the west wind, Zephyrus loved him, too. They'd go back and forth in their competition for his attentions until one day Apollo and Hyankithos were tossing discus, the God teaching his lover how to do that. Zephyrus, in his jealousy, blew the disc back and it crushed Hyankithos' skull... From his blood grew the bell-shaped flower, and in his honour and from his grief Apollo named the flower after him...
Wow, looking at it, it's a very tragic and not at all sweet story... The performer told it in such a lovely way... Bards are fascinating creatures, aren't they? Anyway... I hope you enjoy the flowers.
I'll do my best to return to Vasiliadon as soon as possible for a visit. It's been far too long and I think there's a lull in my studies coming around and I need to reconvene with my parents to gather the funds for the next year of study.
Sincerely yours,
Your friend Alastor
My precious friend, Sara,
Has it really been four months since my last visit to Vasiliadon? I feel like I saw you yesterday and yet I miss you every day. Never fear, I'll always send you letters. Writing to you is one of the few reprieves I get from an ever-increasing curriculum. It's funny, that the first thing I do when I'm away from books and am done writing for the librarian for the day is think about writing you. It isn't every day that I actually do... there are obligations besides work and study that I've found to pass the time... but it's always the first thing I think of.
I'm glad to hear that you're well and that you've spoken with my mother. I write her often enough (but not as often as you. Don't tell her, she might get upset!) but it's often a formal check-in and an update on my course work. It's a relief that she's kind to you, but not a surprise. She's always taking a liking to you even if she hides the fact that she thinks our friendship is strange. After all, you're well... you! But, I think she appreciates that I've made at least one friend over the years.
I did receive the flowers! They're very lovely and I had them assembled into a wreath that I attached to my kline. I'm pleased to hear that Lord Achilleas is trying to teach you that! Self-defence is very important, even if you don't ever intend to use it. I've tried a couple swings with a sword, but after the fourth time it flew out of my hand in the same lesson, my instructor threw me out and said to go back to book reading. It was... decidedly unpleasant.
I did find the time to do as you asked. Enclosed within and sealed tightly in a roll of papyrus are some hyancith seeds. They grow into this lovely bell-shaped flower that gives off a rich scent. I hope you'll enjoy them as much as I do. They've a wonderful myth attached to them that I'd love to summarise for you.
Basically, there was a beautiful prince named Hyankithos, one of Apollo's many lovers. However, the lord of the west wind, Zephyrus loved him, too. They'd go back and forth in their competition for his attentions until one day Apollo and Hyankithos were tossing discus, the God teaching his lover how to do that. Zephyrus, in his jealousy, blew the disc back and it crushed Hyankithos' skull... From his blood grew the bell-shaped flower, and in his honour and from his grief Apollo named the flower after him...
Wow, looking at it, it's a very tragic and not at all sweet story... The performer told it in such a lovely way... Bards are fascinating creatures, aren't they? Anyway... I hope you enjoy the flowers.
I'll do my best to return to Vasiliadon as soon as possible for a visit. It's been far too long and I think there's a lull in my studies coming around and I need to reconvene with my parents to gather the funds for the next year of study.