IC INBOX for FADE RIFT

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Gavin has a little box stuffed full of notes. Feel free to stuff one in there, if you like, or come say hi.

 

The notes may just be all doodles. 

just saying.

 

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A Letter, arriving from afar~

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[the letter comes in a thick packet, one of several, the longest of which is obviously addressed to Beleth. But one of them begins...]

Dear Gavin,

I know you can't read, so I assume you've gotten Beleth or someone to read this for you. Unless you can read now, in which case how about you write me once in a while, you're a horrible friend and i hate you.

Bel's been writing me letters about things that've happened, but she stopped sending them a while ago and I worry, so now I'm writing to all of you instead of just telling her to give you my love, since she's unreliable, aparantly. Don't deny it, Beleth, I know you're reading this.

(She is reading this, don't lie to me, Gav)

Okay, first thing, the clan news: All the halla dropped their babies safely, no casualties. We're trading half the new herd off to another clan soon as they're weaned, if they'll go-- something about some crazy bandits west of here, you know how it is. So our numbers will probably stay the same. The hunters all take rotations now an complain about it, so thanks for that, but they seem alright, so don't worry about us otherwise. We're still in the northeast of the Free Marches for now, but I think the Keeper's moving us more south towards the sea once the roads firm up. Something about rumors of fewer rifts that way. Oh! Its been raining for almost a week straight. I'm so fucking sick of rain, I think I'll never be dry again.

I heard from Beleth that you were with some shem? What's it like, then? She doesn't tell me anything good anymore, I need something to liven up my life aside from rain. Write back soon, okay? I'll tell you all about the new Hearthmistress. (It's Lessehl! She never lets me win at anything, it's cruel)

I miss all of you, every day. Some days I feel like I'm the oldest of us, with all of you gone and only a few of the littlest da'len around anymore. But the rest of the time, when everyone's treating me like a child, I don't have time to feel anything but unprepared. Being the First is weird. I bet not weirder than whatever else you Inquitisioners get up to. Tell me everything!

Your friend,
Sorrelean Ashara

[The bottom margin has a charcoal sketch of a baby Halla, carved horns entwined with flowers. It's pretty good!]