I write to you in the Evening, again. Although it has been eons by now, or, make it half a year. A few months give or take. Whatever happened to the Mountain of Orion? I’m afraid it was my fault, you must think I’ve died truth be told. Which is only right, most adventurers are lost in much lesser time, so to be gone so long it was the most logical. Yet here I am, with the audacity to send you a letter! Let me tell you finding you is no mere feat, I’ve become a detective at your expense I’d like to think. But you must want to know my excuse for my absence, or not. Either way I’ll tell you if you continue to read (which I hope you do; one can only hope) I set sail on the Red River that flows into the Southern Ocean, I’d write the names down of those bodies of water but I can’t remember how to even spell them. My knowledge of languages go as far as Northern countries, Demonic, and some archaic, but I’m sure you’ll know where I’m writing of. In either case I decided to take a small task of playing the postman, or woman in this case. Delivering a package of 5 vials of precious ‘elixir of strength’, honest it smelled of ginger and I’m positive was not what it’s cracked up to be. But you see my ship never made it to port and I drifted. For a very, very, long time. An adventure in itself in the South. My first trip past the Lotus gates of Sindel.
However! Somehow… Someway… {scribbles of several lines, blotches of ink line the partchment} You were never far from my mind. No matter who I met, where I drifted to - I still remember you. Lord. Kahn to the sect of Dianna, Utu to the sect of Nanna. John. Archer. Whoever you choose to be that day. Although I fear I can’t quite make out your features anymore, your voice I need to be reminded of as well. But I remember your eyes, yes, your eyes and the way your hands grip your weapon of choice. The way they’ve held my hand only briefly. Your strength in your hands and the kindness in your eyes.A wonderful combination in my opinion.
And me? I still have your last letter. Your only letter sadly. But I remember you asking about me, after which you expressed your desire to see each other again. And again! My apologies! The life of an adventurer can truly never be so simple. And never did I listen when I was told sometimes who or what you want the most, even if you don’t know it yet, can be the hardest to come by. Or see in this case. To see you. Yet… I have no titles really, I am simply Alexis. Peasant with no last name. I’m sure I’ve got nicknames to those I’ve met, or even fought but nothing to be remembered. I don’t like to be known. At least not by those that are mortal. In the Seelie and Unseelie courts I’m an interesting enough human to be called Lex or Lexi. With Demons however, those that are summoned, just Lady. How I wish I was Lady of the Lake, or Lady Lilac! But no. I am just a Lady to those of Fel magic. In any case, I hope to hear from you. If not I understand. But if I do – I’ll make it a point to write even if I get set adrift, or lost for another couple of eons.
“A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest…because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.”
