The seasons have turned again, and it’s still been many moons since we’ve seen each other. I hope that means you’ve not been up to trouble. Knowing your spirit, however… it has all but likely found you.
You cross my mind almost every day. Is it the same for you, I wonder? I often find myself nostalgic for a time long ago when the three of us spent every day together - you, Crysta and I - on our wild adventures in the Wood. Always climbing, always running– but always together.
Those were perhaps my fondest memories. Do you remember as I do?
In your last letter, you inquired how life at the Glen is.
Since the blooming season began, Crysta has become engrossed in her work. At times she is even serious about it, if you can believe that. I assist her in the lab quite a bit now. Her skill in the Craft has exceeded all expectations. She has even been constructing golems… to my dismay. But you would be proud of her handiwork.
Coin has been difficult to come by, but we do with what we have. I’ve been traveling to the nearby villages to sell my rarest herbs and some of Crysta’s less experimental remedies. Perhaps it would be a more lucrative business in the capitol, if I could gather the courage to be so public.
The Deepwood provides us as well. The crops should be quite satisfactory this year. And the company, well– as you know, the woodland life is drawn to this house, and Crysta cannot help but open the doors to all manner of blessed creatures. Their stories are fascinating… I wish you could hear them as I do. Though I must admit, the squirrels and chipmunks regularly helping themselves to my food in the kitchen is not such a blessing.
But there is always something missing. Since I’ve returned home, it is simply not the same without you.
I must beg of you, Ella, pay a visit to the Glen. Pack your belongings. Dust off the old riding boots. Your clients can do without you for a time. I know you have not forgotten the way. If so, the Forest will lead you to me. Your heart is as familiar to Her as it is to I.
