good morning rye, I missed you
it's been awhile since I've been to the bakery. Been off travelling around the seaside again. I read the last letter you sent me over and over until the edges frayed and it fell apart in my palms. You know I travel light, but I do everything I can to cement your words to memory so I'm not without my favourite baker
I'm back in the capital on war work. So I can actually pay you for treats instead of playing in trades. Unless of course you'd like some new bread knives? I've been learning how to work with different metals too, maybe I could make you something to wear?
I'm dashing about this morning, I can't linger too long. But if you have anything on the shelves with lemon, I'll take one for the road. Do you still wrap up early on Fridays? Maybe I can slip away from the forge to help you unwind, I mean, pack up
Until then my sweet baker,
A wandering blacksmith
Darling Cove,
It's been a while since I've seen you. Though to be quite honest, I lay awake some nights, in an attempt to burn the image of you to the backs of my eyelids. Something to ground me, I suppose. You flatter me as always, and I'll be sure to write you with a sturdier paper in the future.
You know I don't mind playing in trades, at least when it comes to you. I'm not in the business of needing new things very often. I don't adorn myself with lovely objects to wear neither. However, if you'd like to help me resharpen my knives, that would be quite helpful. I find it quite tedious work by myself.
I'll wrap up some lemon bars for you to take. They're easy to eat on the go. As for Friday?
Well, why don't you help me sharpen my knives. We'll see how eager I am to unwind after that.
Sound like a date?
Yours,
Rye