A Bit of Thanks

Ailwin's heart skipped a beat as he read the letter, the familiar handwriting bringing a wave of nostalgia and warmth. He carefully unfolded the note, his eyes scanning the words with a growing smile. The enclosed dried blood lotus fell into his hand, a tangible reminder of Flea's thoughtfulness and their shared past.

After a moment of quiet reflection, Ailwin sat down at his desk, pulling out a fresh piece of parchment. He dipped his quill in ink and began to write, his hand steady despite the emotions swirling within him.

Dearest Flea,

Your letter found me in the midst of training, a welcome reprieve from the bruises and exhaustion. The city you describe sounds both intriguing and transformed from what I remember. I look forward to hearing your stories and seeing it through your eyes over a drink or a meal, as you suggested.

The blood lotus you enclosed is a beautiful symbol, and I appreciate the sentiment it carries. Even dried and flat, it holds a certain elegance and strength—a perfect reminder of resilience. I will treasure it, just as I do our friendship.

I am counting the days, eager to meet you at the Back Water. Until then, take care, my friend, and may the odds favor us both.

Yours,

Ailwin

@Little Flea