Jul 8, 2025
The second letter was from Imoen. It said,
Dear Kivan,
Look at Xan. Quickly. Quickly! Is he smiling?
Then below that, an arrow pointing to Yes and one pointing to No.
Kivan looked. Xan read over his own letters, head bowed, face settled into the soft look of sadness he wore every morning, before tea energized him into despair.
Kivan followed the No path.
Right. Then I have a challenge for you! Get him to smile. Kivan snorted. Alora clearly had a hand in this, with her obsession with cheering Xan up. Love, Imoen. PS: You're cursed until you succeed.
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