Miss Kii Kalira,
I hope my letter finds you in good health. There have been some troubles here in San d'Oria. If you'll excuse me for being so abrupt, I'll explain it straight away. While I am not too eager to bring up the issue, you are aware of my father's thoughts of the other races of the Goddess, are you not? This brings him several minor difficulties in his trade, but it appears to bring me more grief than it does him. He managed to get his hands on your latest letter and read it, naturally discovering who you are and where you are from. As a result, he is now determined to never let me communicate with you again.
Please do not be alarmed, I have no intention of conforming to his wishes this time. I have explained the situation to my friend Endahren, and for now you can address your letters to him instead. He will deliver them forward to me. He truly is a real friend!
I will respond to your letter shortly, I must hurry in sending this note so it will reach you in time.
Please take care,
Jenare Richille
"He has no right..!"
"Of course he doesn't."
"It's my life! I can damn well do what I please!"
"Mm-hmm..." Endahren looked in fascination as his long-time friend paced the length of his room and glowered at the walls. What a rare sight. Something had actually worked up the ever-patient Jenare. "Can we go again over the part where you've been writing with a hot mithra chick?"
Jenare whirled around. "I have not been writing with a...!"
"A hot mithra chick? So, what would you call it then?"
Jenare sighed in frustration. "Just...don't refer to Kii Kalira as...that." He sat down on the room's other chair. "Why did he have to..I was doing nothing wrong. She's a friend, of course I'd want to stay in touch with her."
"A friend. Sure. That's why you've been hiding it."
"I have not been hiding it! I...merely haven't mentioned it. And now it's all finished, anyway. Father will confiscate all her letters."
"Jenare, dear friend... you need to get out more. One hurdle on the way and you're already giving up? We'll get you your girl, I promise."
Evening. The lights of Windurst shone down below, coming ever closer. The wind was cold, so Jenare drew his coat tighter around him. It was his first time seeing the city of Windurst, who sacrificed so much during the Great War.
"Don't wander too far, Jenare."
"I won't, father," he answered, turning respectfully to face the older man. The trip had been long, even with airships the distance between Windurst and San d'Oria wasn't covered too quickly.
"You be careful now. The tarutaru here never learned to be careful around their betters. They're running freely all over the place." Jenare just nodded, neglecting to mention that he had received this very same warning five times already since they had switched airships Jeuno. "And surely you know better than to interact with the mithra. Those tails are indecent!" This time, he nearly sighed. There warnings were worse than when they had first visited the Republic of Bastok.
"Yes, father. Shouldn't we go belowdeck to gather our belongings? We'll arrive soon."
"Yes, yes. Wouldn't want anyone wandering off with them. These foreigners, you never know," Gervaine muttered, and started making his way off the deck. Jenare could only follow, but before he did that, he threw one last look at the city. Despite the ever-present grumbling about foreigners, it might turn out to be an interesting experience.
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