[[Kept in Jancis' Satchel]]
Dear Cici,
I am glad this lamp is not waking you up, grateful to have this room with extra beds so you are right here within view.
Twelve, you are here. Writing is my only outlet to the desire I feel to hug and share. Simply talk. Not going to give this letter to you just yet, forgive me, until you remember who I am beyond the polite trusting smile. It gives me something to do while I wait to see if you talk in your sleep. If there is some potent memory that dreams might release.
Would Lady Deneith able to tell me more before arriving, I could have tried to prepare. Not sure what to do beyond not pelt you with emotions and demand what you should know; there has already been some of those blunders. She must struggle the same with how polite she acted; dare say it was more tentative as if the woman was not as close as I recall you telling me.
Hope she does not feel like she is losing another person in her life; she has endured so much I would not have her outlook bleak and broken. We will recover your memories, Cici, and even if you are not the same person as moons before that is all right. Rhalgr demands change and all my strength shall make it to the better.
I better ask if I can call you Cici. Lady Crofte, would only say that to others to not get confused looks. It was so much easier to say at the time than Coatleque. I like Florence much better regardless. Mayhaps that will be one of the changes; maybe the need to keep that so protected is gone.
That mark. Forgive me, as you slept I dipped closer and looked. It is not superficial, that cut went complete through skin and more. How did you not die? I was wrong earlier; I have to be. It is not one of your attempts to dissuade or be undercover. Someone had to of healed it; someone of remarkable skill and strength. Even that someone had to care for you after.Â
I will have to ask what has happened since. How can that be forgotten? A caretaker would not be forgotten?Â
This letter is more of a journal less these thoughts go unchecked in my mind. Say something. May dreams speak. Much as you only asked me to come this far, I am not leaving. So hard to find rest when there is so much to be done.
Please say something. The sooner we know what has happened; sooner we can move on to your real dreams.
[[The rest of the parchment is covered in random notes of Coatleque's sleeping poster, if she grows restless, and anything mumbled. Also included are some basic crude sketches of the woman's neck and notes.]]
Dear Cici,
I am glad this lamp is not waking you up, grateful to have this room with extra beds so you are right here within view.
Twelve, you are here. Writing is my only outlet to the desire I feel to hug and share. Simply talk. Not going to give this letter to you just yet, forgive me, until you remember who I am beyond the polite trusting smile. It gives me something to do while I wait to see if you talk in your sleep. If there is some potent memory that dreams might release.
Would Lady Deneith able to tell me more before arriving, I could have tried to prepare. Not sure what to do beyond not pelt you with emotions and demand what you should know; there has already been some of those blunders. She must struggle the same with how polite she acted; dare say it was more tentative as if the woman was not as close as I recall you telling me.
Hope she does not feel like she is losing another person in her life; she has endured so much I would not have her outlook bleak and broken. We will recover your memories, Cici, and even if you are not the same person as moons before that is all right. Rhalgr demands change and all my strength shall make it to the better.
I better ask if I can call you Cici. Lady Crofte, would only say that to others to not get confused looks. It was so much easier to say at the time than Coatleque. I like Florence much better regardless. Mayhaps that will be one of the changes; maybe the need to keep that so protected is gone.
That mark. Forgive me, as you slept I dipped closer and looked. It is not superficial, that cut went complete through skin and more. How did you not die? I was wrong earlier; I have to be. It is not one of your attempts to dissuade or be undercover. Someone had to of healed it; someone of remarkable skill and strength. Even that someone had to care for you after.Â
I will have to ask what has happened since. How can that be forgotten? A caretaker would not be forgotten?Â
This letter is more of a journal less these thoughts go unchecked in my mind. Say something. May dreams speak. Much as you only asked me to come this far, I am not leaving. So hard to find rest when there is so much to be done.
Please say something. The sooner we know what has happened; sooner we can move on to your real dreams.
[[The rest of the parchment is covered in random notes of Coatleque's sleeping poster, if she grows restless, and anything mumbled. Also included are some basic crude sketches of the woman's neck and notes.]]
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