Half the World Away [Ivone Malatrast, Vincentius Morrington]

[Ivone]

Continued from Out with the Old

November 5, PW 122

Dearest Butterfly,

I made a resolution, as I watched Marn retreat from view, to keep a journal. Instead, my journal has turned into a letter to you.

First, the banalities. As I’m sure you already know, Shim is our first landmark, even though it is so close to Marn. In looking at the map Marissa has shared with me, Thar Shaddin is vast and empty of people. I suspect Shim will seem a haven in the days to come. Marissa says I am correct, though trading posts do exist. How daunting! She says we may encounter nomadic tribes, of which we should be wary.

“One day a friend, the next a foe.” Or, at least I think that was the wisdom she shared. I have to admit, now that we are past Shim that I am both exhilarated and daunted by the journey ahead of me, and the one you undertake at home. Have I said thank you too many times, yet? Too bad. I will continue to thank you for the rest of my days.

Your feat of accomplishing this journey at such a young age amazes me. Here I am, positioned in the lap of luxury with a cushy seat, warm clothes, supplies, and surfeit of burly protectors (the greatest of whom is Marissa, herself). Yet, you made this journey with little but the clothes on your back and returned back, again. Is that how you first met Marissa? There’s a story there, I am sure. Bards should tell your story, Butterfly.

"The Butterfly who Conquered the East," they could call it, or some other fanciful dressed up tale. Perhaps, “1001 Thar Shaddian Nights.” Perhaps I shall commission Maudeen Stone to write it for me. Don’t blanch, Butterfly. You know I tease!

The start of an adventure is always the most exciting part, isn't it? So much to anticipate and a myriad of emotions trying to get out at once: excitement, trepidation. But now, I am repeating myself. I have finished the first of many scarves. I noticed the men did not have any and we go into chilly nights on the Plain. A watch has been set. The men say large reptilian beasts roam at night.

I’m not sure when I will be able to forward this to you. Don’t be surprised to receive several in one bulk package! I can see that twinkle in your eye as you look on at me, amused.

Please, give my affection to Shen.

Warmest Regards,

Bloom

[Vicentius]

November 9th, PW 122

Bloom,

I have sent this letter to a trading post ahead of your route in the hopes that it will reach you in a timely manner. Should that fail, I have instructed the courier to carry it on to your final destination. Not ideal, and I apologise for potentially out of date information at the time of reading.

The heart swells with news of your good health, and I hope that news will only increase with the passing of time. Shen, of course, has been inconsolable since your departure. I have passed on your affections to Shen, but he is ever the skeptic, and would only accept offerings of food to assuage his wounded heart. In retrospect, that may have been wishful thinking on my part, but only time will tell.

Marissa is well versed in the ups and downs of the trade routes, and it is true that Shim is a beacon in such an empty space, but the Thar does not extend forever, and for the wary traveler, the trading posts and wandering tribes should be more curiosities than things to dread. There is danger, of course, but approached with care and attention it can be minimized, as I am sure Marissa informed you.

I believe the idiom, from my experience, was; "Offer one hand, but arm the other."

As ever, your thanks are appreciated, but unnecessary; a man, nay a human being, needs no thanks for being to another what he or she would hope another would be to them. But I must in turn thank you for granting me your trust and for not betraying mine. Marn is no less daunting for being located outside my door, and there have been some developments here of which I shall speak more later.

I'm flattered that you would think my experiences worthy of retelling, despite the excruciating dullness of the tale. In fact I did not meet Marissa until quite a ways into my travels, actually, having gone west to Eyropa first. Thankfully, I was a little wiser to the world by then and only had a knife pulled on me three times before signing on for the journey, only one of which was my fault, which I take full responsibility for. I am still waiting for an apology for the other two.

On the subject of Miss Stone she has not been idle about joining the theater writers, and while her family are arguing, she has taken pains to assure me that it will not stop her.

My own adventure here seems poised to begin as well. The family are very interested in what I have to say and have intimated a meeting quite soon for details. When I know more, I shall inform you. Perhaps of more personal interest are the offers I have received for you business from certain blind concerns. I have declined the offers, naturally, but the persistence does not hint at benign intent.

Ever your friend,
Butterfly

[Ivone]

November 6, PW122

Dearest Butterfly,

I have nothing to report today, really, other than to say I thought of you. And, because I did, I am now writing you a nonsensical note.

Although I keep a keen eye out for the deadly giant reptiles, I think the cold has driven them to hibernate. Theogious knows that is what I would like to do! You would not recognize me, for I resemble a small round ball of fabric more than a woman, or perhaps those dolls within a doll type toys. I enclose my best artist’s rendition for your amusement.

Marissa assures me we will cross “The Shield Pass” before the true winter weather sets in. I shudder to think what her definition of winter weather might be, if this bitter wind is considered mild. She has decided also, I think, that I am much too dainty. She has relegated me to the interior of a wagon. While this does afford me an even more comfortable resting place, I was so hoping for a room with a view.

With warm regards,

Bloom
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November 7, PW122

Dearest Butterfly,

Are you and Shen doing well?

It turns out our darling Marissa stuffed me in the wagon because a massive sand storm blew up from the South, cross ways from the East wind. The sands churned like water going down a drain and moved fast enough to make abrasions on exposed skin. I worried for the horses, but they are sturdy stock with thick fur. The crew put coats on the animals to protect their more delicate parts. It was passing strange to see horses wearing executioner’s masks.

I hope you received my first letter. I look forward to hearing from you. I miss our chats and losing to you at chess.

With warm regards,

Bloom
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November 8, PW122

Dearest Butterfly,

Today, I practice my Tian Xian writing and conversational skills with the bags of grain, barrels of water, and other goods we will use for trade.

[Hello! I am named Malatrast Ivone. Are those oranges? They look puny plump. You are plump, too. How much for the plump one?]

[Bag one of grain; Chunkmain; Tea; Water. Thank you. Please.]

I know. I have almost two months to improve. Here’s to hoping I do! Are you well?

With warm regards,

Bloom
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November 9, PW122

Day Three and already my mind wanders. We did have a little bit of excitement last night. Not a giant reptile, mind, but some kind of large arachnid with a curved stinger over its back. Had it not been for the contingent of armed men protecting the caravan, I think we might have lost a horse to the thing. Marissa called it a skorpiós. She thinks the creature was being territorial. Have you ever seen one of these?

I am sure my drawing looks more like a droopy faced old man with a horrible upswept hairdo and arms for teeth, but hopefully you get the gist of the thing. I think I will have nightmares about its mouth parts.

We were also treated to an amazing migration of birds with the dawn. I pondered for a moment whether we could harness such things and make travel faster or not. Or perhaps use sleds on the sands with great sails to catch this wind that never seems to cease. Alas, they do not fly straight, but wheel around the sky in dizzying and amazing patterns, ever shifting direction before settling on their way. While interesting, such a thing might not be as profitable as one would hope, I suppose. Can you imagine flying through the sky like a bird?

I am counting the days to the trading post.

Warm regards,

Bloom

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November 10, PW122

Dearest Butterfly,

Day five of 45 and only 10 more days to the trading post where I can send you these indulgent ramblings and poorly drawn pictures!

Had someone told me even five years ago, I would be making this trip I would have scoffed and possibly called them heretical. Though I know it risqué to admit it, just taking this journey is enchanting.

Warmest regards,

Bloom
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November 11, PW122

Dearest Butterfly,

I hope this note finds you well. I find sitting in one place for so long makes me a little grumpy and oddly fatigued. I am quite sure my legs will atrophy from lack of use. The men think me silly and tease me when I walk the perimeter.

Many hugs to Shen. I miss our long walks.

Warm Regards,

Bloom

P.S. Nature has decided that my self-centered complaining needed to be put in its place. Tonight, the stars seem so big that I could reach out and touch them with my hands. They make a glittery path across the sky and seem like Infinity. Forgive the splotch marks, my stalwart mask has quite broken. I am moved by the beauty around me. How I wish you were here to share it with… I know the sketch fails to express the beauty I see all around me.

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November 12, PW122

Dearest Butterfly,

Today was our first encounter with one of the nomad tribes who call these Thar home. Marissa bid me stay in the wagon, murmuring something about my violet eyes. I have met travelers before, but these were different. The men were had black hair and dark brown eyes. Their skin was browned and lined from exposure to the sun. The women were draped and covered, with only dark, kohl lined eyes visible.

The language flowed so beautifully, Tius, though I imagine the life is not an easy one. More importance seemed to be given to their horses than their women. While I am no judge of horseflesh, their mounts did seem to be above average with fine lines and noble brows. I’ve enclosed a drawing where I’d snuck a peek. Don’t tell Marissa! I kept my face and eyes covered. I promise I went unseen. The thing that most impressed me with the exchange was the value of things. We in Marn value our metal bishani, and while bishani might enable these people to purchase things, instead they bartered the most exquisitely crafted metalwork in exchange for simple sustenance. Water is the most precious commodity and Marissa drove a hard, but fair bargain. For us, too, water is now the premium. The further we get from the Ofriyu Mar, the more dry things become. I felt almost draconic in my desire to hoard barrels of water. I am glad yet again for the woman whose care you have entrusted me.

I couldn’t help but wonder if the tribesmen considered returning later to take what they wanted. Certainly, the guardsmen were highly visible and left no quarter without a steely eye. I am rambling and find it hard to put to words this experience, this first exposure to a culture so foreign to ours. Yet, even though it is foreign, there were so many similarities. They laughed. They had families. They had priorities. I found myself humbled in the face of this revelation. Do I sound foolish? I think the academic and theoretic concepts do not prepare you for the truth of reality. I think, too, that this opportunity will help me in some small way when I come to live in Tian Xia.

Different, yet the same. The world is a wonderous place, Butterfly. Wonderous, indeed.

Warm regards,

Bloom
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November 15, PW122

Dearest Butterfly,

I hope you will forgive the lack of daily meanderings. Perhaps the excitement of my first nomadic encounter exhausted me, but I slept for nearly a full day and well into the next! I do admit to staying awake, worrying that we might be raided. Certainly, tensions seem to be high. Though, I must also admit that I think I am coming down with a small cold. I am glad you recommended I pack a wellness kit.

We are only five days from the trading post and I think the crew are anxious to reach it. Marissa says we will stay at the post for a two days to allow the horses time to rest and recuperate. We will also part with at least one wagon-load of materials. So, I think I will spend most of these next few days manufacturing scarves. Those have been well-received by the crew and I have a requests for hats and gloves as well. One of the men offered payment if I would make one for his “girl back home.” He even showed me a small wallet sized likeness he carries with him. My silly romantic heart (Yes, I do have one. Shush!) did a flippy-flop at the request. How could I refuse?

I hope you are well. The letters to you are but one half of the equation. I often find myself turning to comment on something to you. How funny is that? I hadn’t realized we had spent so much time together that looking for you had become a habit. What is it they say? 21 days to make a habit? I suppose we reinforced that habit thrice over!

Be well, Butterfly. I hope you are finding success at home. Show Shen this drawing so that he knows I do miss him.

With warmest regards,

Bloom
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November 20, PW122

Dearest Butterfly,

I was thrilled to receive your letter at the Trading Post. Thank you so much for writing. I feel foolish and shy now, to have written something nearly every day. But, when has feeling foolish stopped me from doing something? Thus, enclosed please find my musings, drawings, and a reply to your letter. I hope these missives find you well. I look forward to hearing from you again.

I am ever grateful for the trust you have granted me, though I am convinced I am undeserving. I know you will defer with your usual wit and humble ego, but I remain steadfast in my respect for you.

Eyropa! Perhaps you could show me the sights there one day. I have mentioned in my earlier notes that I often wished you were here. I could amuse you with my less-than-worldly, and somewhat childish, observations first hand. Then, I could ply you with questions about your own first times and experiences. Speaking of which, I recall seeing at least one souvenir from one of those knife encounters. Please, will you share the tale in your next letter? You will write again, won’t you?

I am glad to hear Maudeen has taken to her playwrite’s profession. Perhaps I will commission that story one day. The offers for my business are curious. Should we worry that the intent is, as you say, less benign than we might hope?

Please, give Shen a few treats from me so that he won't forget me. I would be ever so sad to be forgotten!

Warmest regards,

Bloom

P.S. The trading post is much more than I expected. The Captain was very obliging and allowed me use of his bath. They have a bath! I have found the experience of “roughing it” entertaining, but soaking in a hot tub full of pleasantly scented water was a luxurious treat. I suspect a certain Marnian Descendant had something to do with it, though no one seemed able to (or perhaps willing to?) confirm my suspicions.

Thank you, sweet Butterfly. You know me all too well.

[Vicentius]

November 25 PW122

Bloom,

Though you warned me, and I am well aware of the shifting nature of travel, I was still surprised by the volume of mail you have sent me. It is with ever increasing anticipation that I find myself awaiting your correspondence, though compared to the life of wandering romance you now lead, I can scarcely imagine how dull the tales of a simple city boy must seem. Still, as you seem bent on indulging me, for which I am immeasurably grateful, I shall address your letters in the order dated, and I hope my answers provide you with some comfort and thoughts of home.

Sadly, she speaks true, though it is less the physical cold one must fear but rather the damp that comes with it. While the passes may be travel-safe, within reason, for a man or woman afoot in the snow, a caravan and horses would face a much harder time of it, as the ground is far too treacherous and the going far too slow. The snows also bring out a variety of creatures that rely on it for moisture and predators that are in search of an easy meal. It is what one could easily call an avoidable headache. The reptiles are… a sight to behold, though that too can depend on which breed one observes. There are two dominant and related species, inaccurately called Noble and Lesser Wyverns, defined by their colouring and by their hunting habits. The Noble Wyvern is an active and agile hunter, sharp of claw and sleek of frame, with deep green-purple scales and colourful crest webbing either side of its head covering the acid glands. While it prefers to haunt sheltered passes and oases, it is not afraid of the open plains either, and can match a horse for speed and a lion for ferocity. The lesser Wyvern, while a physically uglier creature, is no less dangerous. A sluggish, dogged, but thoroughly stupid creature, its eyes are milky and nowhere near as captivating as its noble kin, though if you are looking into either, then something has gone very wrong. It moves slowly, preferring to strike from ambush, and is quite heavy-set, with a bulky frame and large head and jaws, which it can unhinge to consume prey whole.

That you were able to keep moving was fortunate indeed, dear Bloom, for such Sandstorms are often too dangerous to travel through. In addition to distorting the vision and flaying unprotected flesh, it can also alter the topography of the landscape, making any progress questionable at best. While the thought of you snuggled up in a wagon is a comforting one, it behoves me to remind you to keep moving, even in confinement, to avoid cramps to the muscles and other discomforts. While we may enjoy warmth and comfort, our forms were not designed for prolonged stillness. On the subject of horse accoutrements, there are actually stages of gear for both horses and people for those caravans, providing increasing protection for the flesh, and more importantly, for the eyes, nose and mouth for ease of breath. The horses, of course, must be trained to use such things, but I am assured that a train of horses wearing full, blinding hoods, and being led by men in masks with thick glass lenses, is not an unheard of sight in the eastern plains.

[Your Tian Xian is much better than mine was, though be careful of your pronunciation as you grow in confidence. Some words, written the same, are very different when spoken aloud, and can mean very different things, and it is an easy trap for the westerner to fall into. I know I did.]

Tian Xia too, have their own version of chess, played with black and white stones, which is much more fluid and complicated than the game you play so well. While I know that it may pale to the real thing, I have included a sketch of a chessboard and an opening gambit, and I await your reply.

I have seen such beasts, and they are rather dangerous. The curved stinger has a toxin that can kill, though the impact of the tail alone could fell an unlucky man. The rule of thumb, as I understand it, is that the larger the creature’s pincers are, the less toxic its sting. They are fond of hiding, partially buried in the sand, to strike at prey. Thankfully, its eyes are clustered close together, and a group could easily fend it off with torches or long pikes, if they were mindful of its speed.

The birds are ever a wonder, and those more than most, as they make for the Eastern mountain ranges every year without fail, attempting to fly over the highest peaks to reach their breeding grounds. Watching them gather strength and prepare to brave such an arduous endeavour always put my own struggles into stark contrast. It was actually rather comforting.

The open sky can be an awe-inspiring thing. I remember seeing the stars over the ocean from the docks of Keltaris and the water was like glass, so that the sky seemed never to end. As the year grows longer, and the nights darker, the seal itself becomes visible in the skies, and is something to watch out for. A great curtain of scintillating colours as far as the eye can see.

The Khal’la are indeed an experience unto themselves. They are distrustful of outsiders, and living at the mercy of the elements has bred a certain amount of justifiable superstition. Many are the grudges that are still remembered from the Changers’ War, and the various conflicts between Eyropa and Tian Xia that came after. Ironically, they are better at reading body language and posture than many of the most astute Marnian observers; a side effect of their manner of dress no doubt. Northern Tian Xia has a similar breed of horseman, equally proud and fierce, though the Empire has not dealt with them kindly.

They value what is useful and treasure what is beautiful, as I treasure you. The sculptures evoke the spirits of the hunt, of the hearth and of the horse, and the women make them in some secret and closely guarded fashion, as I understand it. A horse can mean life or death in the plains, and horseman without a horse is not one long for this world. The frontier is unforgiving, and its people even more so. There is much we take for granted that others do not have, but for all that, they are no less clever or worldly than we are.

It grieves me to hear that you are ill, though I am certain that it will pass in time. I have included, in addition to my other curiosities, a care package of dried goods, some powders and cordials that should help settle your humours. Wishful thinking, I know, but tasty wishful thinking for all that.

As regards the bath, I have no idea what you mean, although you might have noticed something familiar about the bath soap. While I do not have your flair for design, I have taken on one or two…accomplices who have some novel ideas for your perfumes. Do not panic, I have given strict instructions that they are to be derivatives of your existing work until you say otherwise, and so far, I believe they have done well. There is also talk of expanding the store, but I am hesitant to do so until the market shows concrete demand. I have included projections, encoded of course, for you to decipher, and an overview of the offers made.

Yes, I do believe they should be viewed with suspicion, as no such motion was made until after your departure from Marn, and the initial approaches were made with some force, assuming we would be eager to sell. I suspect some people, but have no facts to back up my theories.

Shen says hello, and I have included a sketch, and a paw impression, for your amusement.

The house is in good repair, and is being aired and cleaned regularly. I try to spend at least one night a week there, and every time I am more and more impressed by your decorations.

Know that I too miss your company, even if I am a dreadful bore, and I hope this letter finds you in excellent health.

Until your next Letter.
Butterfly

[Ivone]

November 21, PW122

Dearest Butterfly,

Having an extra day to sleep in a cot was wondrous! The Captain and his officers hosted a dinner for us. He praised you most thoroughly for your contributions. His lady wife was a nomad! In light of the past year’s hate in Marn, I am heartened to see cross-cultural successes such as these. A group of Darleone traders passed through. The parade of differences are eye-opening and mind-broadening.

Truly, the post is more like a small town. They have managed to build a small irrigation system and have crops in a greenhouse. Terra-forming, they have called it. Magnificent!

I continue to be fatigued, unfortunately; therefore, I will rest tonight as we move out in the early morning hours.

Warmest regards,

Bloom
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November 22, PW122

Dearest Butterfly,

We have begun the next leg of our journey! Or legs, in my definition, knowing that the journey will be months in the undertaking. We have passed through Thar Shaddin and entered Thar Fain. In twenty more days, we will have crossed Thar Fain and move into Thar Keia. I wonder at the massive monuments I see in the distance and I admit to a certain wanderlust. I want to explore these ruins, to touch their stones and feel the weight of centuries. Fatigue insists I put down the pen, but I will provide this sketch for you of what I see.
Warmest regards,

Bloom
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November 25, PW122
Dearest Butterfly,

Today we passed a great line of sand, or what was once sand, but now is a long line of fused and etched glass; a remnant from the Changer’s War. I feel the weight of history upon me. We have our historic district, and elves nearly 200 year’s old, but this is older still. Marissa humored me, but cautioned me not to touch it. The glass is as sharp as any sword. The wind and sand storms have etched amazing patterns.

I could spend weeks in this one place. In contrast to the bleak scar on the land, life still blooms. Along the edges, shrubby grass grows. I observed small rodents with gigantic ears and feet, not rabbits, more like mice; leap and skitter. I saw raptors high-above hunting these creatures. The beauty struck me and yet again, I turned to look for you. Someday, I hope my friend will make this journey with me.

Please forgive the smudges. I hope you enjoy my poor rendition of this magnificent landmark, the raptors, and the Thar mice.

Missing you,

Bloom
December 3, PW122

Dearest Bloom,

The fatigue must have been a precursor to the whatever I am sure I have contracted. Food borne, perhaps? I can keep nothing down except water and must ride in the wagon like an invalid. Sleep is filled with vivid dreams, many of which include you. I hope you do not find that too embarrassing. I think my sketch is quite true to form, no? I think Marissa is annoyed that I am down for the count. She has enough responsibilities without this. I will do my best to keep from bothering her.

The illness has put my moods out of sorts as well. One minute I am content, the next I am missing home and you terribly. Do you think you might make a visit out to see me sometime?

One more month and I will arrive in Tian Xia. Marissa is impressed with my linguistic ability. I admit I did not know I had it in me.

Please forgive the maudlin tone of this letter. I am sure not to send it because it is so full of self-pity! Give my affection to Shen and tell Shen to give my affection to his Master.

Your friend,
Bloom
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December 10, PW122
Dearest Butterfly,

Your care package could not have come at a better time! How did you know I would want confections from that little sweets shop? I hoard them and take small bites so they might last. I wonder how long before they go stale. Did that make you smile? I hope so. And, another trading post and another bath! How amazing the simple pleasure immersing one’s body in heated, pleasantly scented water can be. I felt like I was in heaven.

I am intrigued and impressed as always by your innovation. Accomplices you say? Should I be jealous? I tease…

I continue to re-read your letter and find one line moves me.

“They value what is useful and treasure what is beautiful, as I treasure you.”

I treasure you, as well, Tius. And, I trust you. As always, thank you. Your kind words lift my spirits in so many ways. Tell Shen I appreciate his writing to me and give him my love.

I do so wish you were here. Tian Xia is on the horizon.

Yours,

Bloom

P.S. I was able to see the Seal phenomena! So beautiful and amazing… Again, I am humbled and reminded again just how insignificant in the scheme things I truly am.

[Vicentius]

December 20th 122PW

Dearest Bloom

I will confess to some concern at your latest series of letters, which, though adorable and full of fascinating tales as ever, could lead the concerned observer to believe that your illness is more than just travel sickness. I would not presume to panic, after all, a change in environment and diet, however small, can wreak massive changes in our health until we acclimatize to it, but as a friend, I am moved to send a rather larger care package this time, which I hope you will come to appreciate. I have also taken the liberty of including a 'warming bladder' as it is called. It is far more wholesome than it sounds, I assure you, merely a rubber bladder with a sealed top, into which very hot or warm water is poured. The Bladder is then sealed and placed in a fabric sleeve for comfort and held next to the skin for comfortable warmth distribution. A trifle strange, perhaps, but on the off chance that the cold weather, coupled with your change in accommodations, are causing your distress, I consider it a worthwhile purchase. Shen agrees with me, and as such, the fabric sleeve, ermine, bears his seal of approval on both sides. I am uncertain how the paw prints were transferred without harming the fur, but the effect is certainly impressive. I thought it would make you smile.

The Scar is a fantastical, and sobering, reminder of a time when magic was not something to be approached with care, but rather used with abandon. I understand that it marks the ancient boundary between the God-Emperors of both nations at the time, and the last great conflict between them. I look at the ruins of the fortress in the Historic district, and I wonder how many horrid, and yet beautiful marks like the Scar lie hidden across the land. Do you know; the nomadic tribes in the area have a tradition of shedding blood across the scar as a rite of passage to adulthood? I actually tried it myself, when I was returning to Marn. The sensation was a strange one, and... difficult to describe, but I am certain that some magic yet lingers in it. In light of that, I am glad that Marissa advised against touching it, as I would hate for some ancient magic to be the cause of discomfort.

I feel a little silly writing this, actually, as I am certain that by the time it reaches you, you will be safely in Tian Xia and far from the object, but I am still compelled to say the words. I hope you will understand my concerns. I am certain that Shen senses my worries, as he is currently pining for attention. Before you ask, I have supplied him with treats to reassure him that neither I nor your good self have forgotten him, though I outright refuse to spoil him. I shall simply take him for a longer walk soon to clear both of our heads. Perhaps I may take you up on your offer to visit too, should I be confident enough in those managing your affairs for me. I fear that time is a while coming yet, but I do hope to see these monuments with you. They would make fruit for productive conversation.

On a lighter note, should you require a laugh, be sure to ask Marissa about her... misunderstanding with the Tian Xian border officials over her load of powders. The language used was particularly colorful, and might grant you some insight into why she respects those with any proficiency. I shall say no more lest I spoil it for you.

On a long journey, any luxury, no matter how small, can seem like the most lavish thing on the Changers' earth. I believe such a thing is healthy for the mind and soul, and a reminder to be grateful for what luxuries we have. In Tian Xia, and the Eyropan province of Ciasse, there are naturally occurring hot springs, rich in nutrients, that are used as baths. They are quite relaxing, and should I visit, I will be sure to go with you to show the proper etiquette. Strange as it seems, there is a ceremony that goes with it, which I found as enchanting as it was alien. I imagine you may feel the same. The Tian Xian governmental and social structures are ancient and positively labyrinthine in their complexities, yet they provide a fascinating insight into the people themselves. People watching, as it were, and I trust you understand why that appeals to me. I look forward to sharing that with you.

My accomplices have proven as resourceful as ever, and our list of offerings continues to expand, within reason, and sales continue to impress, but I am being careful in case the trend is merely a fad. As ever, I have included ideas and figures for your approval with this package, as well as hints about who my accomplices are. I hope that this inclusion will ease any feelings of jealousy you may be feeling, and give you some confidence about how your business is being run.

I have made progress in discovering who was trying to acquire your assets, and while I want to tell you, I am loathe to do so by letter lest it fall into the wrong hands. Suffice to say it is closer to home than either of us would like and still ongoing. However, my talks with my contacts have been productive, and I hope to gain some security in these matters in the coming days and weeks. It has meant more work for me, as I predicted, but it is nothing that I cannot handle.

Shen, as ever, says hello, and has included his signature.

Wish you well.
Butterfly

[Ivone]

December 22, PW122

Dearest Butterfly,

Happy Equinox!

I have safely arrived in Tian Xia! And, thanks to your prompting, I made sure not to have the same fate as Marissa’s powder experience. In fact, the Gate official “purchased” some bath oil for his wife. I, as you had taught me, made sure to not take payment for the honor. Even Marissa approved, though she looks at me funny now and again. I am glad, though, that she remains with me to ensure I arrive at the gardens without mishap.

The last leg of the journey was uneventful but for the gradual transition from Thar to Grassland. Once we were in outer Tian Xia... The caravan had crossed into the grassland proper overnight; Marissa chose to keep pushing through - something about the weather and changes that all seemed somewhat mysterious. When I woke, it was to a golden dawn and rippling grass for as far as the eye could see. In the distance, purple mountains smudged the horizon. The colors of the landscape amaze me and I regret not bringing colored pencils. These black and white sketches are nothing compared to the majesty and beauty of that first morning. The cold is bitter still, though. I will be glad for more sturdy accommodations when they are available to me.

Did you find yourself more adult in your perspective and mindset once you’d “Blooded the Scar?” I should like to hear more of your thoughts, feelings, and the experience when it pleases you to tell me. I understand the Shield Pass is another example of such things, though I hadn’t put the two together at the time. Its name now has deeper meaning, as well.

Thank you for your care and concern. It warms my heart. The things you have sent provide a wonderful sense of home and you. I miss you, Shen, and home, terribly at the moment. Please thank Shen for his seal of approval. Now I know for certain the hot water bladder is safe to use. Whatever ailed me seems to have passed for the most part and I find myself in good health, glowing with it.

Your business acumen is astounding, truly. I wish I had known years ago how clever you are. I would not have made certain choices. I’ve made a few notations on the ideas and figures you sent. I trust your judgement explicitly, Butterfly. We are partners in this. I hope my suggestions and comments are of value and fruitful.

The hot springs sound like a lovely thing, like a mineral bath, perhaps? I will make sure to wait before visiting one in the hopes that you will, indeed, come visit with me. I am anxious to see you. You have given me the most amazing gift, and I wish to share it with you.

Come soon.

Yours,
Bloom

P.S. It pleased me to no end to read that you think I am adorable, for that is how it should be. A butterfly should think his bloom the most splendid of blooms in the garden, otherwise what value has she? Don't you think?

[Vicentius]

December 30th - 122 PW

Dearest Bloom,

I seem to have found a reliable courier at last, though the thought is tempered by the fact that I am facing the darkest part of the year without your light to warm me. So much so that I appear to be waxing maudlin all of a sudden. My apologies; normal service shall resume shortly, but in the meantime, my congratulations on your safe arrival, improving health, and some good news from my own family for a change. My sister, Krycla, is pregnant again by her husband, Zeger, and is quite proud of it, though my niece, Nelesi, is less than pleased at having to share her parents' attentions. With the changes in the theater, I have had more and more opportunity to speak with her, more than I have had since my return to Marn, really. It has been pleasant, and pregnancy seems to suit her, though there is some tension between her and Zeger, whose career does not lend itself to interruption.

Marissa's continuing attention and diligence does her credit, and I am heartened that she continues to watch over you. Though more stable than the Thars, Tian Xia is by no means safe, and a lone traveler can seem an easy target. I regret that I was not there when you saw Tian Xia for the first time, and that you arrived in the heart of winter. The Empire's attitude to aesthetics extends to almost every aspect of their lives, and the late spring/early summer bloom is astonishing in its colours, scents and the order in which it all occurs. Thankfully, you will have the opportunity to view it first-hand at the Gardens, with friends by your side. I envy you that, as I envy you Marissa's sure presence on your journey. Her reports, though sporadic, are encouraging, even when they chide me for not informing her of your many talents. My own journey has been far less certain.

I have read your suggestions with interest and have moved to incorporate them with no changes, save one adjustment, which I have outlined in the adjoining note. Things have settled, somewhat, on the business front, and some tentative expansion has begun. I have also made some additions to the house, and acquired some staff pro-tem, as my own presence there is too random to be considered regulatory. The garden is coming along well, and I have secured the services of a mutual acquaintance for a special project. Ill-advised, perhaps, but I feel that you will appreciate it. There are so many aspects of the home and the business that I wish to ask you about, for though you trust me, and I you, I would not presume to put words in your mouth.

Sturdy accommodations, yes, and I will write ahead to the Gardens to ensure that the sturdiest they have are made available for your singular use. If even a singe item proves to be less than sturdy, I shall be most displeased, for nothing must fail my lady Bloom.

The Scar was a unique experience, and one that I am ill equipped to describe. I did not think much about magic before my journeys, and even then not unless I needed to. The action was done on a whim; a gesture to mark a new stage of my journey as I turned for home at last. I expected it to amount to little more than an interesting story, if that. But... There is something that lingers there. Whether it be some ancient magic or the weight of countless individuals coming and going, I know not, but when I blooded it, it heard me, and I it. Sometimes I fancy I still hear it. I am not certain how to feel about that, and there are few, if any in Marn, to whom it would be safe to speak of such things. When it was done, the tribesmen and women looked at me differently, despite not having been told. I know not what that means, either.

On that topic, I believe I have been remiss in my duties to you, and while I have included another care package for your enjoyment and amusement, I do so with a heavy heart, so to speak, and your thanks may be premature. I have, however, inquired about your travel sickness and have included a list of foods to avoid and to try, as recommended by several physicians. I got some strange looks when I asked, but they would not say more. It was most perplexing.

I mentioned that things have settled down with regards to your business, and that is true, but it has not happened at random. I have had some success in negotiating security for you, and while those interests that sought to acquire your business have been successfully thwarted, it has come at a price, as I predicted. It is one that I pay willingly, though I would not pass any of it on to you if I could avoid it. It is not something I wish to discuss by post however, and I intend to travel as soon as opportunity presents itself so that we may speak face to face.

I send this letter with my most trusted courier, and I hope it finds you in good spirits.

Your friend.
Butterfly

P.S. Shen says hello too.

[Ivone]

January 12 , PW122
Dearest Butterfly,

Just think, a NEW YEAR is already upon us and there is only one more week before I arrive at the Gardens in Daloyxiu. Did I spell that correctly?

I am warmed simply by your words. I know it foolish to feel that way, but I do. I hope my words offer some warmth in the winter’s chill, as yours do me. The Xiongnu Steppes are fantasic, amazing, and leave me struggling to find the words to describe this wondrous place. We move with steady purpose across amazingly green grasslands back to Thar-like terrain in the space of days.

I hope you will be alright with a rather substantial misunderstanding. Unfortunately, when I attempted to explain our relationship to a Xiognu Chieftan, my words were understood as “husband,” not “business partner.” You warned me that pronunciations were subtle. Somehow, this has now turned into my being your wife, a rumor that has gained so much fire, I have no idea how to stop it. I am ashamed and embarrassed to mar your reputation with such a lie.

Worse still, whenever I try to explain the misunderstanding, Marissa just laughs it off and says it’s for the best. Really, I am quite out of sorts with her about it. As in Marn, a woman’s place is strange. Women in power is nothing new and many command respect, but there is also an undercurrent of women as chattel, something owned. Perhaps, my perspective is colored by life experience and expectations. Or, perhaps it is some ancestral or filial duty that makes it so – the offspring are the chattel of the preceding generations – something which I suspect you refer to. I am glad to hear the pressure has been reduced, but saddened to think it required a heavy compromise. The burden is mine. Please allow me to bear it? I am sorry your journey has been so hard, for I know the root cause is because of me. That knowledge keeps you in my high regard as does everything you do.

Please extend my congratulations to your sister and brother-in-law. I have no siblings, so I can understand your niece’s hesitation. Enclosed please find a special doll for her carefully woven from the long grass of Tian Xia and treated with an essential oil derived from those same sweet grasses. I enclose a vial of this oil for consideration. Remember the pet products? I suspect anywhere else and the scent would not be the same. There is something mystical about this place. . I digress again! I swear, I cannot seem to keep my mind focused these days. I will rally, I promise. I agree with the recommended change. Again, I defer to your business acumen. My talents lie elsewhere.

My heart hurts to imagine the twinkle in your eye diminished by a melancholy that is my fault! I miss the way you would sometimes bite your lip, look down, and smile. Then, you would raise your gaze to mine, and… see? As I write it, my hand draws it. I think of you more often than I should probably admit. I am half tempted to keep this page so I might look at you more often. Look to the Moon, Butterfly, and her partner, the Sun. For they shine over both our heads and unite us, even though we are half the world away from one another. Don’t they? Now, I have grown sentimental. Foolish me!

But see? You draw me from my own brand of melancholy by mentioning additions to the house. Would you be able to send along the plans? I am curious to see what you are up to. Thank you for allowing me to be a partner. It means so much to me. Speaking of things full of meaning, thank you for your care package! How thoughtful of you to procure the colored pencils. You’ll notice I used them on your portrait above. I wonder why your gifts are sent with a heavy heart! Why, dearest Butterfly? Trust that my heart is light, and that I am well. Be well, Butterfly. Your bloom grows in beauty daily and asks nothing from her Butterfly, but that he grace her with his presence from time to time.

On a final note, your story fascinates me, and I wish I could have met the you before, to see if there truly was a difference. Maybe one day I will undertake such a mystical transformation.

xoxo to Shen.

Ever looking to the Moon and Sun,
Bloom

[Ivone]

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