How long has it been since Kellach had received a letter from his brother?
He'd lost count of the months - he figured him too busy with managing the farm, mounting an archaeological expedition in caverns even he did not know existed on Toegisil, securing a seat on the council and trying the hardest to manage the Garleans' expectations of the island.
Of course, he had his own worries - getting infected by void taint, escorting caravans, somehow stumbling onto leading an expedition into some Nymian ruins hoping to negociate with Tonberries, immediately reacting when the Tonberries attacked the expedition due to being filled with Rancor (and confirming that Rancor even exists!) among other things.
Now that everything seemed to have calmed down, he soon found that his brother hadn't written him in months. Even the Postmoogle'd not heard anything, and beyond a swift kick in the pom to start delivering that package he tasked him to deliver, he had no other message for Kellach.
Which made it all the more bizarre when a letter was deposited into his belongings bearing his brother's name. Scrambling over himself to read it, he pored over every word.
He'd lost count of the months - he figured him too busy with managing the farm, mounting an archaeological expedition in caverns even he did not know existed on Toegisil, securing a seat on the council and trying the hardest to manage the Garleans' expectations of the island.
Of course, he had his own worries - getting infected by void taint, escorting caravans, somehow stumbling onto leading an expedition into some Nymian ruins hoping to negociate with Tonberries, immediately reacting when the Tonberries attacked the expedition due to being filled with Rancor (and confirming that Rancor even exists!) among other things.
Now that everything seemed to have calmed down, he soon found that his brother hadn't written him in months. Even the Postmoogle'd not heard anything, and beyond a swift kick in the pom to start delivering that package he tasked him to deliver, he had no other message for Kellach.
Which made it all the more bizarre when a letter was deposited into his belongings bearing his brother's name. Scrambling over himself to read it, he pored over every word.
Einrich Woods Wrote:How fare you, Brother?
Never did I think I would stumble onto the very origins of our people while walking around the island, and yet this is exactly what happened. Imagine this, Brother - a cove with a ship with a design closer to Garlemald's than Eorzea's. Remnants of discarded robes and masks, as well as a language that is nigh incomprehensible written on the walls, notes and books found that none can read. How I wish I could send them to you, but I am afraid that the Garleans would find it suspicious if I were to leave a book in the middle of nowhere, much less one written in a language none here can read.
Speaking of that, I now know how these letters find their way to you. Ever since I've been in the cavern, I've been able to see the very letter carrier that you've employed. To think that such a creature could exist, much less lend its aid to mere men. More importantly, the Garleans are none the wiser, which suits our purposes of brotherly contact.
The council is still bending over the Garleans' every whim, and letting them do as they please. You know us, Brother, we are not fighters. That you even managed to become one actually blows my mind. What I wouldn't give to see you in action in Eorzea, slaying monsters, defending the populace... If only to find out how you do it.
Our sisters bonded themselves to another, so now Mother and I are truly alone at the farm. It's a loss of hands on the farm, but we're still fortunate that Mother can work as she does the work of a hundred men, and probably faster. She seems appreciative of the work I've done at the council. Father was never one for public affairs, and she feels my future would be better assured if I were to take up a charge full time, while becoming an Officiate on the side.
I have to admit, the idea tempts me, but my responsibilities is to her and to the farm. I gave my word to Father. By the way, his Tree is still growing well. This soothes my heart, considering the violent way in which he expired, and how he cursed the Elements that make up everything on his deathbed. The sickness had taken great root in him at that point, as we both know. Still, I'm glad I no longer need to worry about this. Anayah often takes care of the tree, even if she no longer has any obligation to the family. As far as Ketra is concerned, we've heard nothing of her, but her new home is on the other side of the island - We do not much have an occasion to see her, even when I am in town.
With love,
Brother
P.S. nwonk siht ekam ot tnaw ton od I dna sgnitirw tneicna eht daer nac I sa deil I taht wonk siht daer nac uoy fI
