[A few days after receiving the first letter, the doorman of the Diadem will stop Balthier upon returning one day, advising him of a package. He would be given a small box, to the top of which was tied a letter by means of rich golden ribbon. And inside the box a candle in a rose patterned tea cup, complete with saucer. The letter itself was written in an even hand clearly working at trying to get used to writing with a fountain pen. There are a few mistakes and blots on it, but how minimal the errors are, it might well have not been the first attempt.]
Dearest Won Light,
I fear I have known too many who could see into the future, and touched too much on fates that would come to be for they already had for me to not believe in it. Which goes without mentioning angering one of the goddesses of the concept itself. That said, I believe there are fates and there are β±πΆπβ―π. I think if there is any greater hand at play in our meeting, it falls more to the former than to the latter. And thus is a far kinder controlling of the path of my life than any I've known before. For that soft will, I am grateful.
Yet even if there is no power guiding me, I find excitement racing in my heart when I see you, when I remember your voice, and now, when I see your words on paper. A few days now I've considered this, your letter always in my pocket, close to my skin where I can feel it and remember the words and how they made me feel. So many ways I've learned to fight, armed or otherwise, yet no fight this has led me to has left me half so off balance as you do. And I've no regret to know the vulnerability I find in myself.
You should know, though, that were you a piece in a game, I'd say take relief in the idea that it might be as a pawn. What other piece, upon reaching the end of the line before them, can so transform themselves? Have you not walked a path you were not meant to follow, transformed after all you had seen? And yes, I too think I would walk the path that was laid before me, if it meant a chance to walk close to your side for even a few more paces.
Would that I knew this word of your friend's, for it feels right. Here on Earth there is a language called Japanese that has something near enough to how I have felt since we sat to tea together. 'Koi No Yokan'. I suppose we shall see if it will be as that feeling told me.
Until then, a gift to help remind you of your own light,
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Date: 2022-02-19 08:21 pm (UTC)Dearest Won Light,
I fear I have known too many who could see into the future, and touched too much on fates that would come to be for they already had for me to not believe in it. Which goes without mentioning angering one of the goddesses of the concept itself. That said, I believe there are fates and there are β±πΆπβ―π. I think if there is any greater hand at play in our meeting, it falls more to the former than to the latter. And thus is a far kinder controlling of the path of my life than any I've known before. For that soft will, I am grateful.
Yet even if there is no power guiding me, I find excitement racing in my heart when I see you, when I remember your voice, and now, when I see your words on paper. A few days now I've considered this, your letter always in my pocket, close to my skin where I can feel it and remember the words and how they made me feel. So many ways I've learned to fight, armed or otherwise, yet no fight this has led me to has left me half so off balance as you do. And I've no regret to know the vulnerability I find in myself.
You should know, though, that were you a piece in a game, I'd say take relief in the idea that it might be as a pawn. What other piece, upon reaching the end of the line before them, can so transform themselves? Have you not walked a path you were not meant to follow, transformed after all you had seen? And yes, I too think I would walk the path that was laid before me, if it meant a chance to walk close to your side for even a few more paces.
Would that I knew this word of your friend's, for it feels right. Here on Earth there is a language called Japanese that has something near enough to how I have felt since we sat to tea together. 'Koi No Yokan'. I suppose we shall see if it will be as that feeling told me.
Until then, a gift to help remind you of your own light,
David