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My dearest Gwen,

It took me a long time to write this letter and it's my fault. I apologize for making you wait.
I wasn't thinking about you until yesterday, but then I met someone who turned me upside down.
It was hard to admit to myself: my mind was elsewhere, on dresses, parties, jewelry and finery.
Ah, to shine in the eyes of the young nobles! Nothing mattered more than that to me, I was blind...

His name is Qiibiao. He doesn't have a name, and that seems strange to me, but that's not the point.
The first time I saw him, I'd run away from home. He rescued me from the clutches of a Gingo.
I ran into him again at Yrkanis yesterday, and we had a long chat. He has a funny way of talking.
His voice becomes deeper at times, his words deeper at the same time.
I wanted to show her the latest dress I'd bought. I thought it was beautiful and wanted to wear it that evening.
He noticed a snag in the waistband, even though the tailor had assured me it was perfect - and for good reason, I'd put my last savings into it!
I thought my life was going to end there, I couldn't even imagine going to the party in that outfit, and I cried, right in front of him.

But he helped me, without me asking for anything. I don't think he was moved by my tears, but he seemed to want to take care of me.
He didn't just mend my dress, he taught me a lesson, a bit like Dad would have done, only better, because he was there.
I realized with him that I'd never be happy chasing fame and visibility in noble circles.
The real light is the one that shines within us, that we cultivate day after day, not the one that immediately appears to the eyes of homins.
Anyway, I sound just like him now. I didn't go to the party, I didn't want to. I wandered around the city in the cool of the night.
I haven't slept much, I've been thinking about what to do and I've been thinking about you, in your jungle. Qiibiao is of Zoraï sap, perhaps he sometimes passes by your place?
I'll ask him next time I see him. I hope you don't miss the forest air too much. The flowers here have been blooming for a week,
they smell good and look wonderful. The clouds are beginning to veil the sun; we're going to have thunderstorms soon.

Send me your news. I miss you.

Your friend,

Naetyniel.