Letters
Jul 5, 2009 3:52:51 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Jul 5, 2009 3:52:51 GMT -5
Darling Lyra,
So here I am in Mentis; when I first arrived and gazed upon the great libraries dedicated to Thuoth, I wondered if I had not stepped into a mortal heaven. Then I was reminded that you were not at my side and so it could not be. Nonetheless, I find myself quickly at home in this place. The priests are most welcoming and informative, and there is a sense of peace that fills the temple in a way I never quite felt at our temple. Perhaps here I truly am able to commune with Thuoth. Certainly my divinations, when I choose to dabble in them, have improved.
Speaking of welcoming individuals, I happen to meet a young orphaned page boy here, called Tyrik, who's caught my fancy. He's quite shy, but I've managed to create a strange sort of friendship with him. We've talked little, in truth, save for me to ask for him to fetch and take books back between myself and the priests (as is his duty) and one amusing conversation about the color of our hair. (He's a redhead too, of which there seems to be a shortage of here)
I never knew how far behind in my studies I've truly gotten. In my youth, I fashioned myself to be at the head of most new discoveries and theories. But such woe to me, to come here and see only the depths of ignorance I've collected over the years. No matter; it's time for me to dust off my old scholar's mantle and set about remedying the situation.
Despite my renewed pleasure and passion amidst these tomes and books and scrolls, I cannot pass a single moment without feeling your absence keenly. Only in books can I ease the hollowness I feel at being parted from you. Each moment spent outside of my studies is a moment labored, for time crawls too slowly for my liking. Though when the day comes I may leave Mentis, I will do so with a heaviness of spirit but lightness of heart. Perhaps I could convince the priests to let me take some copies home!
Please pass my love on to my family, but be sure to keep more than a little for yourself.
Love,
Sunray
So here I am in Mentis; when I first arrived and gazed upon the great libraries dedicated to Thuoth, I wondered if I had not stepped into a mortal heaven. Then I was reminded that you were not at my side and so it could not be. Nonetheless, I find myself quickly at home in this place. The priests are most welcoming and informative, and there is a sense of peace that fills the temple in a way I never quite felt at our temple. Perhaps here I truly am able to commune with Thuoth. Certainly my divinations, when I choose to dabble in them, have improved.
Speaking of welcoming individuals, I happen to meet a young orphaned page boy here, called Tyrik, who's caught my fancy. He's quite shy, but I've managed to create a strange sort of friendship with him. We've talked little, in truth, save for me to ask for him to fetch and take books back between myself and the priests (as is his duty) and one amusing conversation about the color of our hair. (He's a redhead too, of which there seems to be a shortage of here)
I never knew how far behind in my studies I've truly gotten. In my youth, I fashioned myself to be at the head of most new discoveries and theories. But such woe to me, to come here and see only the depths of ignorance I've collected over the years. No matter; it's time for me to dust off my old scholar's mantle and set about remedying the situation.
Despite my renewed pleasure and passion amidst these tomes and books and scrolls, I cannot pass a single moment without feeling your absence keenly. Only in books can I ease the hollowness I feel at being parted from you. Each moment spent outside of my studies is a moment labored, for time crawls too slowly for my liking. Though when the day comes I may leave Mentis, I will do so with a heaviness of spirit but lightness of heart. Perhaps I could convince the priests to let me take some copies home!
Please pass my love on to my family, but be sure to keep more than a little for yourself.
Love,
Sunray