Addressed to a Miss Lucy Westenra, The Grand Palace, Os Alta, Ravka. // @bloofer
Dear Lucy,
I hope this letter finds you in good spirits. It has been some weeks since departing Os Alta and by the time you receive this, we will be nearing the Fold. Truth be told, this is the most I’ve ever seen of Ravka. When I first came over from the Wandering Isle, I was too enamoured by the Grisha who accompanied me: trying to learn whatever I could from them, to piece together a picture of the life I would soon call my own. Now I am surrounded by them, living and eating and laughing together, and my kefta feels more comfortable than any childhood clothes ever did.
The Little Palace does have its charms to it, but I cannot help but feel an ease in the Second Army that was previously unknown to me. There is a sense of companionship that I wish was present back at home, simply Grisha banding together for a common cause. Of course I stick out amongst the sea of red and blue with my purple, but everyone else has quickly learned that I have earned my place here one way or another.
I do admit to a small disappointment in that I cannot rely on your lurking presence as I could at the Palace. My sleeping hours appear to be increasingly overtaken by images of red hair lurking around the corner to the workshop. Naturally it is only a pale afterimage of the real thing. It is still a mystery to me how you take interest in the work of a materialki, but I increasingly find myself talking and expecting to see you there, ready to listen.
If all goes well, then we should be returning to Os Alta within the fortnight. Don’t do anything I would do while I am away.
Yours, James Barnes
