Dear Lord Dysmas,



I think it’s a general consensus in Taengea that every day is a like a new year, albeit the new year only comes once a year. In theory, each day seems like a new start. I am really not sure if all of Taengea sees it as such or if that is my own intimate family that does though. Festives are always going on, seems like every house must throw their own party and every other house must go to that party. It can be a bit tedious.



You may hear a terrible rumor about a girl who set her dress afire at one of the parties this year here in Taengea. Don’t believe a word of it. It never happened, and if it had of happened… it would have been because the girl was simply trying to warm herself from the cold. It could have happened to anyone really.



I am afraid that I did not know my Stravos grandmother, Lady Emira very well. I was only three when she passed but I feel like I possess certain memories of her though they are fuzzy and I can’t quite separate the reality from what I imagined or dreamed happened. Do you know what I mean?



Should your politics and allegiances change, I hope that you do not forsake our friendship over such trivialities. I know politics and allegiances are not trivial, I am not quite that ignorant in such matters, but I do hope you’ll not judge me by what my family does or believes in. I pray that I am capable of demonstrating my own character than relying upon my families reputation. So many are so quick to lump us all together, I feel a bit robbed of accurate representation. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful for my family, but rather I wish stigmas were a little less attached.



Acharist is wonderful any time of year, but especially in the spring. We’ll have foals on the ground and there is nothing quite as relaxing as watching the babies frolic in the paddocks. And there is nothing quite as regal as a matron broodmare, queen of the pasture reigning over her lot in life. I do hope you manage to convince him. It would be nice to see you again.



Perhaps, in the future, if the lady compliments you and tells you how fascinating you are… you’ll simply let her believe that you meant it. And should you not realize it… I say that lovingly with laughter in my voice. You, my lord, are too hard upon yourself. You cut yourself short in your appeal. I can think of but maybe 5 or 6 people that I actually enjoy conversing with… You are quite near the top of that list. Perhaps, you are correct it is a sign that continuing or correspondence is a good thing.



Waiting for you to tire of me,



Lady E.