Sat cross legged on a barrel at the docs Penelope took in the fresh sea air as she plucked up the courage to write this letter. She had only meet Nurcan briefly but there was something about the other that had left her with questions that couldn't be answered in the brief passing they had.
A Legionary, she had actually meet one, and she was not what she was expecting. Part of her though they were these old grizzled men at the end of the world who communicated in grunts. Nurcan hadn't communicated in grunts, nor was she a grizzled old man. What else could she be wrong about?
Dear Legionary Nurcan,
I hope this letter finds you well, i wasn't sure that i had got the location quite right. Guess I'll find out if i get a response... or maybe not your busy woman so no hard feeling if you don't have time to respond. Sorry look at me rambling and not even saying it's Penelope, that woman you helped with a twisted ankle.
Well one i wanted to thank you for your kindness, you didn't have to help me but you did. If the legion has half your kindness it must be like having one big family. Is that what its like? I have a brother and while sometimes i want to throttle him, I'm not sure what my existence would be like without him. Lonely i suppose, i hope the legion appreciates what they have.
I hope this isn't to intrusive but what they say about the joining is that true? I've heard that the pain is not comparable. how bad is it? don't tell me anything that will get you in trouble for the sake of my curiosity.
I'm looking forward to hearing your response!
Penelope
