Les Préludes
Hello!
I hope this isn't an unwelcome surprise. I asked one of the Magisters I passed on my way out about sending a letter to you. He seemed suspicious that anyone would want to, and said I could communicate with Amalthus directly. But when I pressed, he agreed that he could receive a letter for you, without troubling his fellow Magister.
Imagine thinking of someone like you as trouble. I found your company...well, enchanting, honestly. Meanwhile, I had my foot in my mouth practically the entire time. Rather don't enjoy the taste...
All this to say, I really look forward to seeing you again, whether by chance or by plan. If you would be amenable, you can reply to me here at Aureus.
Sincerely,
Addam
Minoth,
I hope you are well, or as well as can be. I felt that I blew you off when last we spoke; Zettar had me quite agitated and I was altogether too nervous to greet you properly.
It seems we're both not without our fleas. Not that you have fleas! And not that I would accuse anyone we know of being such.
It may be true that we all must suffer in our own ways, but it is my most fervent hope that you are free to do as you wish sooner rather than later.
Well, I suppose that's all.
Addam
Dear Minoth,
I must tell you that you confound me. How you are so patient as to endure a fool like me, month after month...it boggles the mind. But I am extraordinarily grateful.
You must wonder to yourself why I write these ridiculous letters to you, bleeding out on the (metaphorical) floor when I could cut myself off at any time, take a fresh piece of paper and hide it all!
Your candor means the world to me. I hope to entrust you with mine.
No matter how brief the content, each missive is my hand reaching out to you, should you choose to continue taking it. You are a good and noble friend.
Yours,
Addam
Dearest Minoth,
Words are your domain. I speak eloquently enough to get by, but they will never be mine. And yet, you're never so broad as to be flowery. Your precision is such an admirable quality.
Our letters scarcely compare. You say so much while writing so little. Even were these bits of correspondence not so precious and private, I would be hesitant to share them with anyone, should the delicate meaning be mistaken.
But I am none so delicate. I wish to tell you that you are dear to my heart beyond words. Truly...nothing less and nothing more.
I await your reply and your embrace.
Yours in truth,
Addam