Jancis left the large manor in the deep night, the massive waterfall washing out any other peaceful sounds that there could be. Couples gazed out at it on the boardwalk that hugged the cliff-side.
She had left the long-winded letter in Val's hands. And she figured he could read more of it than he let on.
Had he taunted her? His sense of humor was tricky; but still she wasn't sure if the miqo'te's words were sincere or if he was playing with her concern. Jancis shook off the thought; it was surely the former.
Squeezing her sides while keeping her hands fanned out, as if they weren't there, she made the long trip back to the isle. Surely Val would remember to pass the letter on...
The top parchments had details of the road from Mor Dhonna to Coerthas, the area around it and a list of creatures she saw and encountered up there in relative numbers from her meager attempts to scout. More details followed about the condition around the bridge and wind she encountered while there. The bitter cold made the lifted walkways icy and slippery. The trees offered little to break up the beating from the wind, especially should the weather turn sour.
"Though I know hindering hands is truly not something a fighter would wish, my fingers did take a terrible beating in the conditions and mittens would be a necessity for such cold climates or get immediate treatment less digits risk being lost. My greatest concern is being able to see, though I do expect the best I would be foolish to not think you wouldn't prepare for the worst."
And upon the last page, a brief letter of gratitude:
Dear Lan,
It is quite inspiring in a way how much devotion you show, that this discipline comes into form. Not just within yourself, but that you would rally others and direct their emotion and passion, give purpose to their calling.
Indeed what I know of Halone seems to be shown from you; if that is not too bold to say. Forgive me if it is out of place and I overstep. Yet still, for all the performances and other items the pilgrims offer, a show of military execution and martial talent will bring so much to all who attend.
I would have you know I take care of the trinket plushie and have grown fond of it. Upon my bed it tips over, so I have propped up a book that it might stand up straight. The book is about folklore from the desert and tribes, so mayhaps it is something suitable. At least to the imagination.
I shall see you in a couple suns and wish you well and safe travel.
Jancis Milburga.
She had left the long-winded letter in Val's hands. And she figured he could read more of it than he let on.
Had he taunted her? His sense of humor was tricky; but still she wasn't sure if the miqo'te's words were sincere or if he was playing with her concern. Jancis shook off the thought; it was surely the former.
Squeezing her sides while keeping her hands fanned out, as if they weren't there, she made the long trip back to the isle. Surely Val would remember to pass the letter on...
The top parchments had details of the road from Mor Dhonna to Coerthas, the area around it and a list of creatures she saw and encountered up there in relative numbers from her meager attempts to scout. More details followed about the condition around the bridge and wind she encountered while there. The bitter cold made the lifted walkways icy and slippery. The trees offered little to break up the beating from the wind, especially should the weather turn sour.
"Though I know hindering hands is truly not something a fighter would wish, my fingers did take a terrible beating in the conditions and mittens would be a necessity for such cold climates or get immediate treatment less digits risk being lost. My greatest concern is being able to see, though I do expect the best I would be foolish to not think you wouldn't prepare for the worst."
And upon the last page, a brief letter of gratitude:
Dear Lan,
It is quite inspiring in a way how much devotion you show, that this discipline comes into form. Not just within yourself, but that you would rally others and direct their emotion and passion, give purpose to their calling.
Indeed what I know of Halone seems to be shown from you; if that is not too bold to say. Forgive me if it is out of place and I overstep. Yet still, for all the performances and other items the pilgrims offer, a show of military execution and martial talent will bring so much to all who attend.
I would have you know I take care of the trinket plushie and have grown fond of it. Upon my bed it tips over, so I have propped up a book that it might stand up straight. The book is about folklore from the desert and tribes, so mayhaps it is something suitable. At least to the imagination.
I shall see you in a couple suns and wish you well and safe travel.
Jancis Milburga.
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