[[Letter sent via Moogle to Camp Dragonhead]]
Dear Cici,
Asking around I heard you were still in the North. Seems sad to herald the coming winter with the already blizzard that has overcome the land for Turns. I did miss you the past sun in Gridania. There was so much beautiful music that Master Telluride invited and hosted many bards. He had an honorary spot for me! I was overwhelmed. I took to the last moments to refresh myself on the words even as he called me to sing.
There were costumes, too! You will be very happy to hear that one of the Sultana and her handmaiden won!
It is so nice to see Lady Leanne. I saw her sitting by with a large group, the magnetic personality she has with others. It makes me feel gladder, for there was a time when there was a shadow in those bright eyes.
Yet she was sitting there with Lady Lottie and Locke, bright and confident. I sat across the way by Sir Gegenji. Surely he must miss her company; I dare think he was part of why she could smile and laugh so. The party he held for her, his quiet support. Did not think he was as aware of what his longevity and care could help do. No wonder they consider one another family.
I got to speak to her afterwards. It was so familiar to me and it felt like a reunion. Something of a marvel this past Turn is to reunite, which I have not the experience and found it perhaps more wonderful than the others.
It took us so long to depart one another’s company, Sir Gegenji and I continued to bring up words to speak of. Even in hugging to depart it lasted longer and even after did we draw Barengar into the embrace of the hug. It was quite humorous for some reason. At least the others laughed about how the Ala Mhigan was drawn in and surrounded by our arms.
We are to go fishing. Lady Leanne said she would send word to us. I must needs prepare Sir Gegenji for it; I am excited for the time together.
I have heard word of Lady Odette. Forgive me, in truth I know nothing of her beyond the words other have told me. I did get to see her, however, up close as she sang and twirled about.Â
Her movements were in time with the song and it was wistful, an eerie peaceful melody that spoke of loss.Â
At the Flame Festival she sang about how I ate so much pie; a curious thing to herald over pastries. And now as I walk around I am gifted by the name Pie-Bane. Even Master Telluride referred to me as such to everyone in the crowd.
It is a strange honor that someone whom I have not seen before would bestow upon me such a gift. I am very happy I got to hear her sing; it is more a credit to her that Nymeia wove such music into her thread.
Lady Lucaell. I have only seen her in passing a couple times. Once at the watermelon contest in particular. It is quite common for people to approach Barengar for all how quiet and reserved his demeanor makes him. Her face to him though on these few glimpses have been concerned, nervous, or downright purposefully calm. Also, after Barengar told me about how that aetheric garnet was discovered, it is clear others find her interesting.
With the assistance of her kin Lord Pepe she did find the courage to deem Barengar "lady killer, literally". Alas, death is not something I have found uncommon among people and so my good intentions of clarifying Lady Lucaell's words came with such discomfort and deterrance skillfully masked with a neutral look. Were it not for the time I spent with Lady Edda and other bards I would have surely missed it. Thaliak knows I would have if she had not complimented the color pink upon my person.
After asking Barengar what she had meant, he only said she always had a blank look and was fairly daft. Even so, it is clear that such a confusion upsets her. Nymeia willing, I will be able to ask her of these events and possibly help close this breech between them both.
Though her skill as a singer and bard is quite clear; her music reminds me of poetry I have read before, yet looking through books there was nothing I could truly reference. She must be influenced by such books! Her kin was there in abundance to listen to her sing so she must make close ties. Either that or they have been enthralled by her sound. I know her song spoke to me; how strongly it reminded me of preparing for the cold winter. The image came clearly of how it would be to look from the small towns I would be cloaked and masked in to trade for supplies. To bury and dig up food to make it. To hunt what little there was to be found. For all its beauty it heralded survival.
Lady Ciel! Beyond am I honored always see her, moon to moon practically at least. Cannot say with how much delight I take in listening to her sing, surely only contested by her beloved. She did sing at much of the pilgrimage, nine of them in truth, and I was overjoyed to see her here as well.
Such a bright and happy song that still sits within my mind. As I go about my duties and patrols I find myself humming it.
Shall leave you with the verse that continues to come to me. Be safe and well. I miss you. You can meet Kuchen when you return.
"♪Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing~ ♪"
Jancis
Dear Cici,
Asking around I heard you were still in the North. Seems sad to herald the coming winter with the already blizzard that has overcome the land for Turns. I did miss you the past sun in Gridania. There was so much beautiful music that Master Telluride invited and hosted many bards. He had an honorary spot for me! I was overwhelmed. I took to the last moments to refresh myself on the words even as he called me to sing.
There were costumes, too! You will be very happy to hear that one of the Sultana and her handmaiden won!
It is so nice to see Lady Leanne. I saw her sitting by with a large group, the magnetic personality she has with others. It makes me feel gladder, for there was a time when there was a shadow in those bright eyes.
Yet she was sitting there with Lady Lottie and Locke, bright and confident. I sat across the way by Sir Gegenji. Surely he must miss her company; I dare think he was part of why she could smile and laugh so. The party he held for her, his quiet support. Did not think he was as aware of what his longevity and care could help do. No wonder they consider one another family.
I got to speak to her afterwards. It was so familiar to me and it felt like a reunion. Something of a marvel this past Turn is to reunite, which I have not the experience and found it perhaps more wonderful than the others.
It took us so long to depart one another’s company, Sir Gegenji and I continued to bring up words to speak of. Even in hugging to depart it lasted longer and even after did we draw Barengar into the embrace of the hug. It was quite humorous for some reason. At least the others laughed about how the Ala Mhigan was drawn in and surrounded by our arms.
We are to go fishing. Lady Leanne said she would send word to us. I must needs prepare Sir Gegenji for it; I am excited for the time together.
I have heard word of Lady Odette. Forgive me, in truth I know nothing of her beyond the words other have told me. I did get to see her, however, up close as she sang and twirled about.Â
Her movements were in time with the song and it was wistful, an eerie peaceful melody that spoke of loss.Â
At the Flame Festival she sang about how I ate so much pie; a curious thing to herald over pastries. And now as I walk around I am gifted by the name Pie-Bane. Even Master Telluride referred to me as such to everyone in the crowd.
It is a strange honor that someone whom I have not seen before would bestow upon me such a gift. I am very happy I got to hear her sing; it is more a credit to her that Nymeia wove such music into her thread.
Lady Lucaell. I have only seen her in passing a couple times. Once at the watermelon contest in particular. It is quite common for people to approach Barengar for all how quiet and reserved his demeanor makes him. Her face to him though on these few glimpses have been concerned, nervous, or downright purposefully calm. Also, after Barengar told me about how that aetheric garnet was discovered, it is clear others find her interesting.
With the assistance of her kin Lord Pepe she did find the courage to deem Barengar "lady killer, literally". Alas, death is not something I have found uncommon among people and so my good intentions of clarifying Lady Lucaell's words came with such discomfort and deterrance skillfully masked with a neutral look. Were it not for the time I spent with Lady Edda and other bards I would have surely missed it. Thaliak knows I would have if she had not complimented the color pink upon my person.
After asking Barengar what she had meant, he only said she always had a blank look and was fairly daft. Even so, it is clear that such a confusion upsets her. Nymeia willing, I will be able to ask her of these events and possibly help close this breech between them both.
Though her skill as a singer and bard is quite clear; her music reminds me of poetry I have read before, yet looking through books there was nothing I could truly reference. She must be influenced by such books! Her kin was there in abundance to listen to her sing so she must make close ties. Either that or they have been enthralled by her sound. I know her song spoke to me; how strongly it reminded me of preparing for the cold winter. The image came clearly of how it would be to look from the small towns I would be cloaked and masked in to trade for supplies. To bury and dig up food to make it. To hunt what little there was to be found. For all its beauty it heralded survival.
Lady Ciel! Beyond am I honored always see her, moon to moon practically at least. Cannot say with how much delight I take in listening to her sing, surely only contested by her beloved. She did sing at much of the pilgrimage, nine of them in truth, and I was overjoyed to see her here as well.
Such a bright and happy song that still sits within my mind. As I go about my duties and patrols I find myself humming it.
Shall leave you with the verse that continues to come to me. Be safe and well. I miss you. You can meet Kuchen when you return.
"♪Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing~ ♪"
Jancis
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