[[Another letter sent to the key camps in Coerthas, but with a note that she might not be found. The letter returns to the Mist after a fortnight.]]
Dear Cici,
I want to apologize because my feelings waffle between confidence of seeing you again and not. It is like a blade to be delicate with. If I am too ginger, it slips. If I am too stern, it cuts. I know you will return. I simply must have patience and not get too hopeful as to when.
Sir Gegenji said he would ask about you with the Sworn. I have not the heart to ask. He had his own issues the past fortnight.
Have you ever wanted to look different? I do not mean the disguises you take on from time to time to help people. I mean not yourself. To become a new person entirely.
I doubt Chachanji wanted to change everything, but that is what his actions made me think of. Some easy answer to a small bother. He told me he felt short, treated like a child, unable to do the things he wished. I have not asked him who he was comparing that to, or who called him too young. He did purchase some kind of miracle concoction and it clearly did not give him what he wished for.
Or maybe it has. The hardship it has caused surely has helped him grow in new ways and during the ordeal it gave him a lot of time to think and sort out his thoughts. As long as he ceases to get upset at every little problem; it only made things worse. I have so many bruises from his fussing and scares. That is on top of my broken nose and sliced up arm. And the piles of reagents and other chemicals; Thaliak only knows what I poured out into the sand.
Looking back, that was not the best choice I could have made. Though, at the time it was better than those corrupted alchemists getting them. Us of the Spoken must needs rise above these fears and be trustworthy.
I think I will called him Chachanji from now on; it seems more appropriate now. I have seen the man behind the knight and smith, and I saw fear faced.
I do not want you to face your fear alone, either. If you need me I will come. Just say it.
Waiting,
Jancis
Dear Cici,
I want to apologize because my feelings waffle between confidence of seeing you again and not. It is like a blade to be delicate with. If I am too ginger, it slips. If I am too stern, it cuts. I know you will return. I simply must have patience and not get too hopeful as to when.
Sir Gegenji said he would ask about you with the Sworn. I have not the heart to ask. He had his own issues the past fortnight.
Have you ever wanted to look different? I do not mean the disguises you take on from time to time to help people. I mean not yourself. To become a new person entirely.
I doubt Chachanji wanted to change everything, but that is what his actions made me think of. Some easy answer to a small bother. He told me he felt short, treated like a child, unable to do the things he wished. I have not asked him who he was comparing that to, or who called him too young. He did purchase some kind of miracle concoction and it clearly did not give him what he wished for.
Or maybe it has. The hardship it has caused surely has helped him grow in new ways and during the ordeal it gave him a lot of time to think and sort out his thoughts. As long as he ceases to get upset at every little problem; it only made things worse. I have so many bruises from his fussing and scares. That is on top of my broken nose and sliced up arm. And the piles of reagents and other chemicals; Thaliak only knows what I poured out into the sand.
Looking back, that was not the best choice I could have made. Though, at the time it was better than those corrupted alchemists getting them. Us of the Spoken must needs rise above these fears and be trustworthy.
I think I will called him Chachanji from now on; it seems more appropriate now. I have seen the man behind the knight and smith, and I saw fear faced.
I do not want you to face your fear alone, either. If you need me I will come. Just say it.
Waiting,
Jancis
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