Note (READ THIS): These are probably going to be just a bunch of post-Eternal Wings drabble-esque letters that I'll update when I have the time. I doubt this'll wind up an epistolary drama like Fan Fan Girl's "Sincerely Yours"; more like a wee bit of character exploration and aftermath. I tried to write the letters in ways unique to the characters, so if you review telling me that I used bad grammar, or that "thru" should be "through," I will laugh and go about my merry way, capisce? Inspired by Fan Fan and...Bioshock?

Xel,

Got your letter yesterday. Mail by seaboat does take longer. I'll be sure to send this thru airship so it doesn't take a month for you to get it.

Good to know things are going well for you. Melodia is getting better, I think. She talks more, and plays the piano sometimes. I even got her to go for a walk with me around the grounds. I'm sure she still feels terrible, but the girl has a poker face. Don't know if my being here is helping much; I think I remind her of too many things.

I won't be staying in the manor anymore, by the way. That old friend of mine who works for the neighbor's shop is helping me rebuild Gramps's house. Someone cleared out the ashes years ago, and now there's just an empty patch. The guy's dad was a carpenter, so I guess I can trust him. I'm fixing up the lighting in his house, so if he screws me up I can return the favor. I never really thought I'd take after Gramps with machinery, but I kind of like it. It feels nice to create something after years of chaos and death. Savyna feels the same way about cooking, I think.

Speaking of, I got a letter from the two of them the other day. Well, Gibari at least. Savyna never writes, but Gibari always tells us everything anyways. Trill offered to give her cooking lessons in Parnasse, but she likes learning from Anna. Gibari still goes out fishing with Reblys.

Don't know what's going on with Lyude or GM [Great Mizuti]. He's too busy and she's somewhere else every day. How do you find the time to write? Guess not much goes on in a country made of ice. No offense.

I miss you. Maybe you can come visit me this time. Catranne always gives me a look when she sees me with you, and it's starting to creep me out.

Kal