Aaron sat in his inn room by himself. . . the now medium sized wolf puppy he'd saved long ago sleeping silently across the room next to the giant sword he'd recently acquired. The black furred creature looked so peaceful. . . while Aaron sat at the desk, garbed in all black as he usually was. . . he'd take a piece of parchment out from the drawer and a quill and start writing. . .
"Dear Mom,
It's been so long since we've talked. . . and even longer since I've seen my father. . . but I guess being in the Maelstorm does that to some people. . . anyway I know this letter is long overdue but I. . . figured I should finally write back to you. . . Your little crybaby of a son has grown up a lot in some aspects (mainly physical) but still is a child mentally I hear. . .
First I'd like to say that you shouldn't worry. . . Aleria made it to me safely. .. I've been making sure no one messes with her, even then she's made quite a few friends already judging by how much she talks my ear off when we do talk. I let her look after Fenrir when I'm gone a lot, oh yeah. . . forgot to tell you I got a puppy, well, had a puppy. . . he's a little too big to still be called a pup. . Aleria and Fenrir seem to get along a lot, sometimes I think he prefers her even. Yeah, I'm still a negative thinker to an extent, I've always been like that. . Â but I'm trying to change. . . I really am.Â
When I first got here, ever since you left for the far east. . . I was hell on Hydaelyn. I got into a fight almost everyday in the tavern, I drunk non stop and almost died of alcohol poisoning several times over. . . I felt as if everyone hated my guts because I was so volatile and stupid. . . but you know me. . . I didn't care, kept that same old don't give a damn attitude which only made my reputation worse. . . even to this day I'm still cleaning up my first impressions I've made on people. . . but deep down. . . I feel like people will always be waiting for the day I pick a fight again and wound up killing someone. Just so they can lock me away. Maybe I'm being too depressing. I told you I'm trying to change. . . I haven't touched a alcohols drink in ages. . . I generally avoid fighting. . . and I even try to crack a joke every now and then, no matter how lame it may be. I also lost my accent growing up in Limsa. . . and I don't miss it to be honest. Was getting tired of sounding like a reject.
And I've made quite a few friends also, some through ways you wouldn't even imagine. Weird right? That crybaby kid from your years in LA Noscea now has a bunch of friends and even a bit of popularity around Ul'Dah. . . ain't that something? And I got to working for a new Free Company called Astral Agents. It's led by a big Highlander guy who I met in the dumbest way possible. We had got to fighting ages ago and needless to say he kicked my ass. . after that I guess we sorta just gained respect for each other and eventually he let me in his business. We fought again later and he still beat my ass but I did a lot better this time. Managed to get him on the ground one good time at least if anything. . .
There's also this Au Ra lately named flower who stays on my case about "holding back" at Grindstone. . . probably because she noticed lately I've been getting my ass handed to me a lot when I used to be so determined to win. Guess after you deal with hearing people bloodied and beaten all day you kinda lose all motivation to get into a scrap and try. Oh well. . .
There's a lot more I want to talk about in this letter but I'd have sent you a novel by then off all the stuff and things I've did and experienced. We'll save that for another time. Just wanted to say me and little sis are doing just fine. Hope you come back and visit us again one day when you're done doing whatever you were doing.
Your white haired son,
Aaron Frostheart
P.S. - When you get back I'm probably gonna start crying again. You'll just have to deal with it like you always doÂ
"Dear Mom,
It's been so long since we've talked. . . and even longer since I've seen my father. . . but I guess being in the Maelstorm does that to some people. . . anyway I know this letter is long overdue but I. . . figured I should finally write back to you. . . Your little crybaby of a son has grown up a lot in some aspects (mainly physical) but still is a child mentally I hear. . .
First I'd like to say that you shouldn't worry. . . Aleria made it to me safely. .. I've been making sure no one messes with her, even then she's made quite a few friends already judging by how much she talks my ear off when we do talk. I let her look after Fenrir when I'm gone a lot, oh yeah. . . forgot to tell you I got a puppy, well, had a puppy. . . he's a little too big to still be called a pup. . Aleria and Fenrir seem to get along a lot, sometimes I think he prefers her even. Yeah, I'm still a negative thinker to an extent, I've always been like that. . Â but I'm trying to change. . . I really am.Â
When I first got here, ever since you left for the far east. . . I was hell on Hydaelyn. I got into a fight almost everyday in the tavern, I drunk non stop and almost died of alcohol poisoning several times over. . . I felt as if everyone hated my guts because I was so volatile and stupid. . . but you know me. . . I didn't care, kept that same old don't give a damn attitude which only made my reputation worse. . . even to this day I'm still cleaning up my first impressions I've made on people. . . but deep down. . . I feel like people will always be waiting for the day I pick a fight again and wound up killing someone. Just so they can lock me away. Maybe I'm being too depressing. I told you I'm trying to change. . . I haven't touched a alcohols drink in ages. . . I generally avoid fighting. . . and I even try to crack a joke every now and then, no matter how lame it may be. I also lost my accent growing up in Limsa. . . and I don't miss it to be honest. Was getting tired of sounding like a reject.
And I've made quite a few friends also, some through ways you wouldn't even imagine. Weird right? That crybaby kid from your years in LA Noscea now has a bunch of friends and even a bit of popularity around Ul'Dah. . . ain't that something? And I got to working for a new Free Company called Astral Agents. It's led by a big Highlander guy who I met in the dumbest way possible. We had got to fighting ages ago and needless to say he kicked my ass. . after that I guess we sorta just gained respect for each other and eventually he let me in his business. We fought again later and he still beat my ass but I did a lot better this time. Managed to get him on the ground one good time at least if anything. . .
There's also this Au Ra lately named flower who stays on my case about "holding back" at Grindstone. . . probably because she noticed lately I've been getting my ass handed to me a lot when I used to be so determined to win. Guess after you deal with hearing people bloodied and beaten all day you kinda lose all motivation to get into a scrap and try. Oh well. . .
There's a lot more I want to talk about in this letter but I'd have sent you a novel by then off all the stuff and things I've did and experienced. We'll save that for another time. Just wanted to say me and little sis are doing just fine. Hope you come back and visit us again one day when you're done doing whatever you were doing.
Your white haired son,
Aaron Frostheart
P.S. - When you get back I'm probably gonna start crying again. You'll just have to deal with it like you always doÂ
Kevin Gates - Told Me
