Ysayle,

Just to the southeast of Namai, there is a copse of plum trees.

I am told that their blooms herald the coming of spring. Do you remember a time when spring came to Ishgard? It must have been beautiful, once. The warmth of the changing seasons. The sigh of melting snows. Spring in Dravania, too, must have been the same - there was a time when Zenith was whole and proud, wasn’t there? I should have liked to see it all with you.

I could wax poetic, you know. I could say that the night winds are reminiscent of your hair and that I see your eyes in every star, or that I hear your voice in the hum of ocean waves, but I know that these things would make you sigh rather than smile. And above all things it is your smile that I long to see, so... I will refrain. Instead I will say that I miss you and when my shoulders are heavy with the weight of war it is always you I think of.

Are you listening? Need I say the words that stir an ache in my chest? You lit a fire in me, Ysayle, and I hope you can still see its brightness from where you reside.

There is only one thing I would ask of you now. I know it to be selfish, but... I shall ask it nonetheless.

I would ask that you wait for me. I want to show you the plum blossoms.

I shall store all my unspoken love behind my ribs until the day we meet again. ‘Til then, know this: of all things, there is nothing I have loved more than you.

Ever yours,
Vihme

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