This wait for destiny won't due...
Soviem,
I am in my first week at the academy and so far there is nothing I have seen which has convinced me that I made the correct decision. I share a room with two other people. A man named Ion Wellington who's ego rivles that of a super nova. I'm sure he has the skills to back it up but he also has the angst to cloud his vision.
The other is a girl.. or woman I should say named Onaji she seems a bit familiar like perhaps i have seen her race before. Shes nice enough but she moves in a strange way. Too fluid and easy altho she does her best to hide it. I cannot tell yet if it is a blade.. or ballett.. some times they are so close.
I admit its humbeling being here. You say i have made leaps and bounds in my training since my time with you but yet i can sense that in many people here I would be overrun rather quickly. I wish that at times I had a better grasp of long blades as i'm afraid that I would be dead before I came close enough to do any damage. But ... yes i must remind myself.. not everyone is a potential fight.
I miss you. Its very strange to be alone again even in a room full of people. Once it was Iden, then you and my heart pulls me in two directions. Its worst at night when the dripping in the small sink keeps me awake. the blankets on the beds are too thin to sleep soundly under and the room had a draft that shifts papers at times. all the smal noises draw to become deafning after a while and I struggle to remember the silence on the jaiths own. The soft humm of the cut gravity and the feel of the warmth of the comforters.
But then I always did complain too much.
I should go now i'm sure Ion will say the scratching of the pen is keeping him up again. I hope this letter finds you safe and well my soviem.
~ Jameus du son Jaines