She’d noticed the letter in the morning, but didn’t have time to read it before class started. What she did have time for however, was trying out the goop. She didn’t know what to expect when she opened the box, but it was so damn satisfying to play with! And strangely enough, she found herself able to concentrate, without being distracted, or staring out of the window too much. She even resisted the temptation to take a peek at the note during class. Success!
At lunchtime she was finally able to read the note, there was a lot for Larcei to take in. First, they were practically the same age. Not that she’d imagined him being older but it made her wonder. He was probably a student too, meaning they’d likely met outside of these letters. Maybe if she sat down with a class roster, she’d be able to figure out his identity, but no one came to mind when she just thought over her classmates.
They got on so well, yet without these letters they may never have figured it out. Huh.
Second, before coming to this academy, she never imagined she’d be friends with a dark mage. In Jugdral they did have a bad rap, as he put it. Yet the way he spoke about it, she was more than willing to open her mind to it. His passion was clear, and he clearly understood the theory. Swords were way easier to understand, just swoosh swoosh and she was fighting on pure instinct.
I’m gonna be honest, I really don’t get magic at all. But I feel like I could listen to you talk about it all day. I can’t remember if I ever mentioned it, but I like collecting enchanted items. You know how merchants sometimes sell those evasion rings and stuff? I have no clue how they work, but I love them. Maybe you could explain those sometime.
Oh, and is this goop enchanted? Because damn, it’s so much fun! Thanks for giving it to me, wish I had something cool to give to you. I was messing around with it in class earlier, and I found it way easier to focus on the lecture. Is there some kinda spell on it?
Between this letter and the last, she could really feel how great their sibling relationship was. Honestly, it felt more similar to Larcei’s admiration of Shannan than her relationship with Scathach. Maybe it was the age difference.
I’m glad you get on so well with your sister. Dancers are really cool.
Honestly, Larcei couldn’t think of much else to say today. She was more focused on the final question…
Now, Larcei loved these letters, and wouldn’t want to lose such a great penpal either… but there was only so much space on parchment, and these conversations would be far quicker in person, so…
I’d like to meet up in person. It’s a Monday when I’m writing this, going by the Fodlan calendar. On Wednesday, I’ll wait under this tree in the break between afternoon class and dinner being served. If you wanna meet up, I’ll see you there.
Hopefully he’d find and read the letter in time.
She put her letter (maybe the last one) in the tree, and made a mental note to visit again in two days. She wouldn’t miss this for the world.
That’s good, because I could talk about it all day.
Another line scratched out. Brows furrowed as he tried his darndest to come up with a line that sounded right. Wasn’t like he’d ever really been fussed about getting it wrong, per se, but it’d been some time now and Ewan had not managed a single word on paper he’d not felt the sudden irrepressible urge to strike from the page.
In truth, it felt like some kind of hex was working against him. Maybe Proffy Henry would know. . . but in the meantime, Ewan was left staring at the blank parchment and the rain-sopped letter sat next to it. He could make most of it out, he thought. His friend had liked the goop! A real hit. Not like there was much fancy to it, mind - no spells or enchantments save the power of the mind and a lil salt and flour, and a bit of this and that. . .
Regardless, that they appreciated the gift was gift enough in itself.
Quill tapping dots on parchment, Ewan’s frown grew deeper, his apprehension more pronounced. There was a piece, at the bottom of the parchment, where he could sworn... there definitely had been something else to the letter.
Rather, it was a miracle he’d gotten his hands on it at all, what with yesterday’s sudden wicked storm, and detention the day before. Ughhh... if only he’d been sooner...
Clearing his throat, he nodded to himself, a curt, determined gesture. He was gonna write this damn letter!
But in the end, it mattered not what he wrote. Perhaps there had been something more to the nature of the ‘Game’ everyone had been playing with their mysterious pen pals. . . What had the main rule been? Ah, yes --
that one’s partner needs must remain a mystery.
Any and every subsequent attempt at meeting would be met with the same fate - letters lost or damaged. How curious! How strange!
They would meet one day, however.
