My Dearest 'Shtola,

Can you believe it's that time of year again? The First Umbral Moon always comes so soon, and never dares to stay. Bittersweet are the blessings of Menphina.

From the first time our eyes met in La Noscea—blue on blue, like the Rhotano—to the fires and bloodshed of war in Ala Mhigo; laughter, tears, close calls... all were had, and all left their mark. How I long to touch, kiss those scars of yours better, ease the pain best as possible.

Pray, never step in front of a blade again? The thought of losing you is too much to bear. My heart could never recover from that. Ever.

Even the bustle of Kugane feels lonesome without you at my side. The cherry blossoms will be blooming soon, you know; perhaps we could view them together, if you've the time to make the trip? I'm afraid a storm brews on the Northwest horizon. To see you in the prior calm would mean the world to me; ease my worries immensely.

Time... if only I had enough of it. Even now, Alphinaud begs for my attention (sibling troubles or some such; you know how it is), never mind our local delivery moogle. He's been staring at me with all of his impatience and contempt for well over a bell now, paws crossed like a pouting, exceptionally fluffy child. Some things never change, do they?

Still, you are my guiding light, from now, and until eternity. Always.

Love,

T.S. ♥

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Taylor Swiftsong/Mateus/Mandragora Choker