Subject: Mon Régal
My dearest Blacklight—
The days have grown dark and the oceans have been restless since I spoke with you last. I hope you are well.
Recently I have been faced with my own bitter humanity as the seasons have drifted past, bringing dreaded allergies in their wake. The only thing that brings me up to spirits is carving and reshaping lately. Wood is so hard to come by these days.
Speaking of, I hope you have received my present. It was a beautiful display despite the effort being … challenging. Getting a vessel to animate without the source was surely a test of strength. Perhaps the tourists will think twice about venturing into this quaint of a town. I hope you opened it in the privacy of your own home.
People do not appreciate the beauty that is of the natural form. They simply take it as an insult when being dead is the only outcome they see. Heathens, they are.
Speaking to you, my friend, has given me the utmost sense of inspiration. Despite our differences, I feel the similarity is too much to be taken lightly. I apologize if I am speaking empty words to you.
It is a beautiful feeling to not be alone in this world anymore. I never realized I was lonely until you stepped in my life, my friend.
Straying away from the influx of needy emotions, I hope there aren’t too many stray birds blocking your path. If so, I wouldn’t mind bringing some bird feed.
I will speak to you later this week. I have a few errands to attend to.
With avid devotion,
—Fresian
