A Sealed Letter
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Title: *A sealed letter*
Author: Yelena Rajasri
Dearest Gailan:
I am sorry I did not stay to say goodbye before heading on this trip. It seemed Tara thought it for the best that I not be too near Gromph for the time being. I miss home but I am delighted with the opportunity. In truth Britain is a lot more fun when one isn't a poor girl. I have been attending conserts and plays and met a charming young man named Leighton, he's an actor at The King's Men Theater.
He took me to Minoc last week to hear the gypsies sing. I must look into our own Ne'Sveti when I come home the gypsy music is unlike any other I have heard. Onto the reason for which I actually came to Britain, no it hasn't been all play.
Grand Master Ivan is quite amazing, He seems to think I have potential although he did say that my lyricism is a little sentimental and I should discipline my rythm more. He aranged for me to sit for my Journeymen's papers so I am finally offically recognised as a Bardic Master.
Frighteningly he's encouraging me to teach a class as I will require at least 20 hours of teaching time to get the classification of Grand Master assuming I complete my studies and pass all the relevant exams. So little Yelena shall actually be teaching a troup of young apprentice bards the basics of playing the harp.
I have a feeling they and I will have great need of compassion before it is all done. Since Tara feels that my studies have been overly focussed on the arts and I am not sufficiently politically aware I have been trying to broden my horrizons. I have taken to reading books of philosophy and even attended a lecture on magery at The Sorcerer's Delight. I find mainland politics however to be mindnumbingly dull.
I attended another meeting of the Britain town council and sat listening to them debate the menutia of the running of the city. I am hoping perhaps to attend a gathering of the Regency to learn something of their politics but I don't hold up much hope of my being welcome given my well known association with Tara and Caina. I cannot help but think I could learn more of matters political curled up over hot wine in Morn Cirith with Lord de L'enfant but the purpose of this journey was more about keeping me out of Caina then to expand my education.
Oh tell me everything of home, I wish I could smell the snow. If I close my eyes I can almost hear the winds rushing past Golgotha as you stand on the roof. I miss Caina and all of you desperately. Has Tara come home yet.
I promised I would make the trip to Caina when she came home from her latest diplomatic mission and I admit I long for it. Perhaps I shall make an attempt to attend the upcoming mass I don't know that I believe the teachings of Oblivion but it shall bring something of the comefort of home and I should rather enjoy to hear Bal-Anon Dak's chantings on a dark snowy night with only my cloak to keep me warm. Please don't tell Tara as it will only make her angry but I spoke to Gromph recently. He came to the Conservatory and we spoke at some length.
I fear though that the conversation didn't get us anywhere. He doesn't really understand why I am still mortal. And as I really cannot justify it to myself I cannot explain it to his satisfaction.
Perhaps I should simply give up my mortality to keep peace in the family I do not wish to hurt him or Tara, and I fear I am causing far more trouble then I am worth. Please don't be angry with me Gailan for my cowardly flight to Britain or my causing strife between Tara and Gromph. I love you all and wish there were some easy way I could mend all of this. I suppose ultimately only one thing will repair it all but I am still not entirely ready for that step. Write to me Gailan please for all the amusements of the city I am homesick and lonely.
I shall send you some of the music for my latest composition in a week or two after I have finished it.
Affectionately yours,
Lena