Dearest K -Â
I have reached my first location, right on the outskirts. It's still quite chilly, but not to the degree we are used to. There's a thin dusting of snow along the ground. I see plumes of smoke when I breathe, thin little misty smears on a clear sky. It's so beautiful, K, to see the actual hint of green beneath the snow. It was rare we ever go to travel this far. Do you remember? The sun was so bright when it came up that we would shield our eyes as it gleamed on the glassy ice. We laughed at how it barely penetrated the thick veneers to reach our chilled skin. Here, the snow can barely endure against the sun. The intensity of it is incredible, my love.
I almost didn't make it to the border, you know. I felt such a moment of weakness, hating myself for leaving you behind. I know it's what we both decided. It was safer for us both if he thought we were no longer together, that we had broken the engagement, and that I had left in anger. He would be less likely to seek me out. I pray this is true. After everything that I've fought through to get this far, I would hate to have our plans ruined by his finding us out. We're one step closer to our freedom, my love. It's a small step, but one that is completely necessary. It's that alone that keeps me from turning around, coming to drag you along with me.Â
There are so many 'if only' moments that have gone through my mind in the short week that I've been away from you. If only we could have taken more to pay for your passage. If only there had been a way to smuggle you in the chocobo cart. If only his eye had not been directed on you so often. My being a lesser peasant helped my escape. I don't say this to brag, my love, but to fret. I would have willingly traded places and been the focus of his hateful eye, if I could have traded places with you. I have already begun to plan my destination in order to save up gil for your passage.Â
Please, have patience, my love. I know he's unbearable to endure. If I am lucky, in less than six months, I will have you stowed away on a chocobo or goods cart, and have you travel with a larger pack for safety's sake. I saw no dragons on my path, but the larger caravans have safer measures, and they'll be less likely to take notice of you. I will be moving from the cart to the airship station within a few days, I've been told. But this man is kind enough to deliver this letter back to you. I've paid him with some of the few gil I have left and am helping to tend his chocobo in return. I will find ways to continue sending letters to you, I promise, love. Hide them, guard them well. Destroy them, if you must. If you can send me any response with him, please do. I love you, K, eternally.
Forever yours,
-M
I have reached my first location, right on the outskirts. It's still quite chilly, but not to the degree we are used to. There's a thin dusting of snow along the ground. I see plumes of smoke when I breathe, thin little misty smears on a clear sky. It's so beautiful, K, to see the actual hint of green beneath the snow. It was rare we ever go to travel this far. Do you remember? The sun was so bright when it came up that we would shield our eyes as it gleamed on the glassy ice. We laughed at how it barely penetrated the thick veneers to reach our chilled skin. Here, the snow can barely endure against the sun. The intensity of it is incredible, my love.
I almost didn't make it to the border, you know. I felt such a moment of weakness, hating myself for leaving you behind. I know it's what we both decided. It was safer for us both if he thought we were no longer together, that we had broken the engagement, and that I had left in anger. He would be less likely to seek me out. I pray this is true. After everything that I've fought through to get this far, I would hate to have our plans ruined by his finding us out. We're one step closer to our freedom, my love. It's a small step, but one that is completely necessary. It's that alone that keeps me from turning around, coming to drag you along with me.Â
There are so many 'if only' moments that have gone through my mind in the short week that I've been away from you. If only we could have taken more to pay for your passage. If only there had been a way to smuggle you in the chocobo cart. If only his eye had not been directed on you so often. My being a lesser peasant helped my escape. I don't say this to brag, my love, but to fret. I would have willingly traded places and been the focus of his hateful eye, if I could have traded places with you. I have already begun to plan my destination in order to save up gil for your passage.Â
Please, have patience, my love. I know he's unbearable to endure. If I am lucky, in less than six months, I will have you stowed away on a chocobo or goods cart, and have you travel with a larger pack for safety's sake. I saw no dragons on my path, but the larger caravans have safer measures, and they'll be less likely to take notice of you. I will be moving from the cart to the airship station within a few days, I've been told. But this man is kind enough to deliver this letter back to you. I've paid him with some of the few gil I have left and am helping to tend his chocobo in return. I will find ways to continue sending letters to you, I promise, love. Hide them, guard them well. Destroy them, if you must. If you can send me any response with him, please do. I love you, K, eternally.
Forever yours,
-M