Scritch, scritch, scritch...
Let’s see...it’s been about 5 years since we started this journey together, hasn’t it?
I still remember when you dashed from Uldah to Gridania by foot, just in time tosavehelp me froma careless misstepa calculated fight with a monster. Completely on purpose, not on accident, perish the thought.
It’s been quite a while since then and I’d like to think we’ve grown. We’ve had trials and hardships since then but we made so many good friends too.
The writer pauses, tapping the feather against her chin, a thoughtful look reflected in her eyes. She stretches for a moment, then bends back over, her pen scratching across the parchment once again.
I think, if I had to choose from my fondest memories, like when we gathered up a large group of people in Limsa Lominsa to just dance for hours on end or when we bought our free company a house for the first time…
The writer smiles wryly to herself, remembering how hard they worked to grab that house for their own. Someone had likened it to a bloodbath to which she would wholeheartedly agree.
I think...it would be the quieter moments. The quiet moments where we sat together to take in the atmosphere and just talk like when we traveled to the First and sat together in Il Mheg and in a wholly new world. Despite the situation we were in, it felt like old times, just you and me on our adventure. I even managed to wrangle an impression of us there from the pixies and included it in this message.
She laughs to herself at her choice of words. ‘Included it in this message?’ That sounded so official and...ridiculous. While she’s half tempted to scratch it out, she's already scratched out part of her letter and so she instead just shrugs a little at her choice of words and continues to write.
See? Just the two of us sitting there, taking a break from our adventures. I don’t know how the Pixies managed such a feat but I’m glad. Now I have a memory in my hand and now...you do too.
From here on out, no matter where we might go, may it be together, to create many more happy memories like this.
…Though, I probably should have chosen a different medium than the guestbook in your house…
With love,
Ciel
(Edit: I would like the noble barding please, if I win!)