To Mother
Dear Mother,
It has been a very strange week. This week alone I have met another selkie by the name of Trent, I have been introduced to stones that resonate with each other, and I have met a prince of Amber, a Lady of House Ygrayne, and the Lord of House Dafydd that you may remember me mentioning earlier - the one who had something to do with pirates for a while. Also I have learned to play eight-ball and am learning to play snooker, and I feel like I have drunk my weight in scotch.
Also, I went to the Empty City, in connection with all of the above except the snooker. It was quite remarkable; I'd never seen anything quite like it.
Also, I kissed Sir Mostyn. You would approve of him, I think. He's the bookkeeper who was a pirate. He has your sense of adventure and the absurd, and he has a pet aestupus which keeps setting his clothes on fire. Not that he kissed me out of anything more than a desire to see if he could obtain certain of our gifts; I'm sure the man has no interest in me. Besides which, I'm told he has plenty of other women with interest in him.
Anyway. I've been learning all about Amber and about Rebma's history, and also about how much scotch I can drink before I might as well simply sew my toes to my lips and have done with it.
One of the nicest things about Amber is that their fires will burn paper.
I love you, Mother. I miss you. I wish you were still here to read this.
with love,
your daughter Oighrig
It has been a very strange week. This week alone I have met another selkie by the name of Trent, I have been introduced to stones that resonate with each other, and I have met a prince of Amber, a Lady of House Ygrayne, and the Lord of House Dafydd that you may remember me mentioning earlier - the one who had something to do with pirates for a while. Also I have learned to play eight-ball and am learning to play snooker, and I feel like I have drunk my weight in scotch.
Also, I went to the Empty City, in connection with all of the above except the snooker. It was quite remarkable; I'd never seen anything quite like it.
Also, I kissed Sir Mostyn. You would approve of him, I think. He's the bookkeeper who was a pirate. He has your sense of adventure and the absurd, and he has a pet aestupus which keeps setting his clothes on fire. Not that he kissed me out of anything more than a desire to see if he could obtain certain of our gifts; I'm sure the man has no interest in me. Besides which, I'm told he has plenty of other women with interest in him.
Anyway. I've been learning all about Amber and about Rebma's history, and also about how much scotch I can drink before I might as well simply sew my toes to my lips and have done with it.
One of the nicest things about Amber is that their fires will burn paper.
I love you, Mother. I miss you. I wish you were still here to read this.
with love,
your daughter Oighrig