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Renn Onte I
Darling Caprice,
The rainy season is finally winding down, and I can feel the cold worming its way into my bones. I'll admit, no matter how long I've been in the city, I never get used to the winters.
I have been fortunate in my recent trips out to sea. The fish are plentiful and our craft is well-equipped to smash through the ice that threatens our return. Marcel--I have written of him before, he is the clumsy one--discovered a wonderful treasure on our last voyage.
It is a sea horn, an ancient artifact of creatures long gone. Marcel and Lyra are hoping to hawk it at the market, but I am partial to keeping it in the ship's map room. It is a beautiful thing, and the early light sparkles on its spirals.
I sincerely hope I will see you soon.
[[Yours always,->...A Sunset Follows Me Home...]]
Tythys HarborRenn Yshe II
Darling Caprice,
I was snagged by a line a fortnight ago. The gash was shallow and painless, yet it hasn't been healing. The cut remains open and bloodless. It disturbs me greatly.
This injury is easy enough to endure, but I additionally damaged my body a couple days ago when stepping off the rigging. That was enough to lay me to rest a week or so. The crew is doing well enough without me, so I am in no hurry to return to those burning icy seas.
Being laid up for such an extended time in this claustrophobic apartment you used to call home has brought my thoughts back to us. I would fool none to say that I am not missing you wholly. Your Ma has visited often. Did you think, when we were courting, that your stoic and prickly mother would end up changing like this? I appreciate her visits, but I increasingly see how poorly she is doing. She misses you enormously as well.
The drafts from the roof make it hard to keep a peaceful mind. It shouldn't be so, but my anxieties ease when I think of you. I am still planning to visit. Stay waiting for me.
There is a festival approaching, something about a local folktale that suggests a visitation every six years. I should like to go and see it for myself. The street children have been all a ruckus lately in their preparations. Not an hour goes by where I don't see one of them scampering up a drainspout to hang crude paper ornamentations.
Forgive the untidyness of my print. Night is drawing, and I can barely see by which to write you. I have relinquished my few remaining candles to the little girl downstairs, who is eagerly anticipating this festival.
I will write again soon. Be at peace until then.
[[Yours always,->...Bones Bleach in the Sands]]
Tythys HarborRenn Emrew III
Caprice,
This is fitting, I think. It is the last day of the month, a month that has seen me living torturously and bereft. Marcel came calling for me, but I kept the door barred. It is increasingly empty here, without you. I suppose these walls should not miss me too much, either.
I have finally taken your advice. The sunrise is even more beautiful from the roof. I can see clearly West across the ocean, far South along the land to the Makros Lux, and North to the spread of rye and barley fields. I do not look East.
Forgive me for hoping, futilely, to see you at the festival. This city's folktale woman just sounded so much like you. Who else would have eyes like dismal skies and a body hunched with an eternity of misery? Who else would be gorgeous to rival the sirens and constant as the waves?
I should have more to say, but I do not. My days have been reduced to longing for you, feeling the breeze on my ankles, and staring nigh into the sun.
I do have one good note--I will be seeing you tonight. The arrangements took some time to work out, but everything is now in place. I love you deeply and madly. I only hope you have waited for me.
Yours eternally,
Tythys Harbor