#rf5 lucas

Treasure Mine,

As much as it pains me to be apart from you, the marvels of this world of ours truly know no bounds. The village I find myself in of late is known as Trampoli, and it has the most fascinating landmark: a floating island high above the village, taking the shape of a whale! I am told that one of the earthmates in residence had a very similar beginning to your own, I wonder if there is some correlation?

Would that I could steal you away with me to lands unknown as easily as I can wander off myself. Do you realize, my heart, that this deems you more indispensable to the people of our beloved home than a god? Perhaps that sounds arrogant of me, but I will not risk understating your significance by understating my own. You are a marvel, far beyond any wonders of floating islands or cities ruled by dragons.

In the late-night quiet of this village’s charming little inn, when even the rowdiest of revelers below has surrendered to weariness, I imagine you doing the same. Tucking into bed dressed down for the night, cheeks flushed and hair not yet dry from the nightly visit to the baths, what an inviting sight you must make.

In fact…

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The ink from his last pen stroke had not yet dried when the letter fluttered to fall on a very different table. His imaginings proved quite accurate, as his gaze fell upon a familiar hand reaching toward the lamp. Cozy under the covers, face still flushed, and painfully inviting. Their eyes met, and all he could do was smile as he indicated the letter.