Connor Hayes

My reputation has never been worse, so. So who would know it, this place is a shithole. Big shocker to hear the place which was literally abandoned by god would be a place pre-determined to fucking suck, right? Between the religious fanatics and the corrupt guild workers I'm not sure which side I dislike worse. But it's not all bad. We've made a friend in a centaur (a girl whose also half horse?) named Ayomide. She's kind, far more than I really expected anyone to be in this place. Especially to a bunch of rowdy beat-up strangers like us. Still, she reminds me of my first meeting with Kae'lah somewhat. She wants to do good - for whatever reason that may be - and that's solid enough for me. If it turns out this massively bites us in the ass in a couple days I will not be shocked, but I'm willing to trust her. We're staying in this town for a little while to get our bearings and find a lead. I don't know if I can keep my eyes to the ground though. The moons, or something up in the sky, calls for me. And I'd like to answer it sooner than later. I've felt different since we came here and I really hope attuning to the moon will make things whole again. Yours, Connor

I haven't put anything on a paper for so long I forgot ink leaves stains if you run your palm over it. You can imagine what that much have looked like. But well. Here I go, I guess. Hi Dawn. I miss you and it's not even been a full day yet. Maybe it's because I feel kind of like shit. Maybe it's because we definitely didn't get enough sleep as we should have. Maybe It's because I don't feel satisfied. Obviously I should have known I wouldn't be, but well y'know... I just figured things would be different. I figured we'd be trying to repair the districts or in negotiation talks by now. Instead, I'm miles away from the one person I want to be with the most. And I'm tired. And Hurt. And upset. And there's nothing to be upset at because everybody else is just as fucked up as I am right now. I....I look to the sky right now, knowing that our skies are different. Yet, the sun being just as bright as you. I love you. Yours, Connor.

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