maurr

Oct. 9

I got an invitation. I got an invitation! Me! For me! I know now after travel to town that there’s postings on notice boards about it, but that I was specifically thought of brings me such uncontainable giddiness. I suppose I should specify: “It” is a ball at the Pretty Peach on Harvestmath’s Eve.

[Enfolded with this letter is a flower of a sort that grows not in Men's lands, shed naturally from its vine before being pressed and dried; in appearance it resembles a bundle of dainty traveler's-joy but blue in color.]

Bíld son of Bóurr to Maddoct son of Haddoct, cheerful and affectionate greeting.

Maddoct to my dear Liffey,

I was confused, and almost frightened, by the letter from Seimurr. But alas! It was not addressed to me; I was only to be the one to deliver it to another. And deliver it I did, to the other Dwarf’s delight (and mine, too). Thank you for sending it. The rest of the party is still well, it seems.

Maddoct son of Haddoct to Bourr’s son Bíld, greetings from the heart.

First unexpected correspondence from Liffey, then from you! My chest swells with joy and fondness. I hope you receive this reply happily and safely.