To my cultured conjurer,
Valentione's Day crawls slowly upon us. I wrote you a poem, so read it, you must:
Zenos is dead(?).
Goobbue goes "achoo"!
When his blade slashed you, my heart sunk a thousand yalms times two.
Not once, but twice, have you caused me quite the scare.
On the first I thought I had lost you forever, and it didn't feel fair.
Though the lives we lead are prone to many dangers,
I'd pick this life over one where we'd be strangers.
Not all my tasks involve liberating cities and dancing with eikons on a battlefield.
Most of the time I'm a delivery girl, or do favors for the sake of the adventurer's guild.
Just know that even if my trips take me from The Ruby Sea to The Gold Saucer,
You are always on my mind, in one way or another.
I understand that this confession might seem out of the blue.
And you might not even like girls, that, I thought about too.
You're my favorite scion and one of my closest friends.
If it stops right there for you, no more love letters will I send.
Though I'm quiet as a mouse, despite being a bard,
Writing this letter to you wasn't very hard.
I'd deliver it in-person, but don't know where you are.
I trust the folks at the Reach won't have to look very far.
Happy Valentione's Day,
Amanda
P.S. You rock, you Rhul.