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[seaboard]

To All Whomst Live about This Lake, Most Kindly Residents, and their Spirit Kindred.

I write to you in the most sorry state, and I must beseech your goodwill to my lacking knowledge and skill so if that I write boldly with no invitation to do so you will look upon me with mercy if I have mistakenly given offense. You will do me the greatest kindness if you will take pity upon me, as I am now so far from home and so wholly without that which I know well. It is no small matter for me to be gone from where I came, I would not trouble your good humour with myself on anything less than the direst of situations.

It is paramount that in all haste that I send word to my homeland, as I have been assured no return is possible. There is a great matter for which it is my duty to attend and in such present circumstances as these, my absence will be a great misfortune. As I cannot leave in good time, I must at least send word to my Fathers that the succession has to pass to my sister due to this present situation.

I ask most heartily how I may do such a thing? I am at your mercy, please, take pity upon my lands, if not myself, for their are good and innocent citizens of the Isle that must be guided, as has been my family's duty for near 500 years.

Simply give me the means, and I will owe you a lifetime of gratitude, I have no more than the clothes on my back and the shoes on my feet and the love of the Great Sea-Father in my heart. Ask and whatever you wish that I can give is yours if you will but help me with this.

In salt-air and In ocean wave, I plead as a faithful if a helpless servant of the Sea-Father,

Gilia St. Loe, of the Isle St Loe. Daughter-Sea to the Spirit of the Great Ocean, Second-Child of the Isle, She Who Sings with the Ocean to Give Prosperity.

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[seaboard]

To Master Rhys,

I suppose if you were regard it in such a manner, as only in a matter of need. But I have always thought of it as gifts, we often receive things we do not need, because of the love people share in each other's happiness. It is important to give him our love, as it strengthens him, as he strengthens us.

It is not always to the Spirits best interest to form the bond, but he did it, to help save all, many centuries ago.

My regards,
Gilia St. Loe, of the Isle St Loe. Daughter-Sea to the Spirit of the Great Ocean, Second-Child of the Isle, She Who Sings with the Ocean to Give Prosperity.

[theprezident]

I guess that makes sense.

[ Still weird, but maybe that has more to do with the fact that they're talking about the sea. ]

What's your world called?

[seaboard]

To Master Rhys,

My Isle is St. Loe. Though if you were to call all Spirit Bonded, many as we are, I suppose we are often referred to as the Ring-Lands.

My regards,
Gilia St. Loe, of the Isle St Loe. Daughter-Sea to the Spirit of the Great Ocean, Second-Child of the Isle, She Who Sings with the Ocean to Give Prosperity.

[theprezident]

Oh no, sorry, I kind of forget. What do you call your planet?

[ She knows what a planet is, right? She has to. ]

[seaboard]

To Master Rhys,

What do we call all lands? Did I not already answer that?

My regards,
Gilia St. Loe, of the Isle St Loe. Daughter-Sea to the Spirit of the Great Ocean, Second-Child of the Isle, She Who Sings with the Ocean to Give Prosperity.

@brick.master ; text

[backpacking]

that's kinda long but uh
are you just asking if there's a way to send messages back home?
pretty sure that's impossible. but actually do let me know if somebody else said there's a way to do it
but yeah. i think this place is cut off /: sorry

[seaboard]

To Brick.Master,

I am much obliged to you for telling me such. Others have informed me of such as well, as much as it grieves me that I cannot do so. I long much for my family, and to give them some consolation to my absence.

My regards,
Gilia St. Loe.

[theprezident]

[ ... okay, no, she doesn't. Or, at least, the planet doesn't actually have its own name yet. ]

Nevermind. Don't worry about it.

[mannerless]

Good. ( and he pops the lid back onto the ice cream, stepping over to put it back in the freezer before taking his seat across from her with spoon at ready. ) You're going to want to take care not to eat it too fast. You'll get, ah - I think they called it a 'brain freeze'? Harmless, but deeply unpleasant.

( and in case she needs the encouragement, he'll take a bite from his own bowl now. )

[seaboard]

[ No, no she doesn't. ]

To Master Rhys,

If I can be of any more service, please, tell me, I would be so glad to assist.

My regards,
Gilia St. Loe, of the Isle St Loe. Daughter-Sea to the Spirit of the Great Ocean, Second-Child of the Isle, She Who Sings with the Ocean to Give Prosperity.

[seaboard]

[ She nods her head - it wasn't a problem to mind that instruction. Her family might be considered quaint and backwards to many of the lands around her growing up, but she was still trained as a high ranking family. She'd always mind her manners.

So hesitantly, she takes up the spoon. Looking at the dish curiously. It was so frightfully cold, she could feel it from here. Melting even in this even temperature. So she had best hurry at least a little then, despite her trepidation.

Scooping off a little, she brings it up. Hard not to hide her face away, secret it, in the feeling of being watching. ]

It is -

[ Then she tastes the sweetness of it, the richness of it against her tongue, all at once. ]

- It is delicious. [ She could not think of anything so sweet she had ever tried. Bright she looks back up at him. ] What on earth is it that makes it taste this way? [ So much so her teeth hurt. ]

[backpacking]

oh. you can call me ellie. brick master is kinda like a joke.
sorry about your family. maybe one of them will show up? i've got somehow here from back home.

[mannerless]

( as soon as her eyes light up, so does his grin, broadening again across his face as he scoops up another bite of his own. ) The flavor's called 'chocolate' - I'm not certain if such a thing is exclusive to ice cream or if there can be other 'chocolate' things as well.

( and he eats his bite, considering for the first time what he could even compare such a thing to. red bean paste, maybe? but this is quite a bit sweeter than that, and the flavor is darker, or perhaps that's just because he can see the chocolate and know that it's brown? who knows.

regardless, it's quite an excellent distraction from that which gilia read this morning. )

[seaboard]

To Ellie,

I am very glad to meet you, and thank you for your kind words. Is there anyone you long for, in this place?

My regards,
Gilia St. Loe.

[seaboard]

[ Happily, she scoops up another mouthful, eagerly devouring like she did not expect the second taste to be as good. Surely she had been mistaken.

But there - it was just as good, and she makes a happy, sated sound in just the sheer pleasure of enjoying it. ]

I could not rightly say. Perhaps there is no way to know other than to taste it?

[backpacking]

is there anyone i long for? that's kinda...
poetic sounding i guess

but not really. i've got a friend here already which is good.
we always have each other's backs and i think i really need that in this crazy place

[seaboard]

To Ellie,

Is it? Then perhaps that is best, the heart is a thing full of poetry I am told.

That is very good. May I enquire as to who they are?

My regards,
Gilia St. Loe.

[backpacking]

you speak pretty differently from most people.
it's really like...formal. and flowery
not bad! just uh
really eloquent i guess?

his name's joel. older guy with a beard and usually in a plaid shirt.
he's got an accent, too. a texas one.

[seaboard]

To Ellie,

That is so kind of you to say so! I am glad it does not bother you, I'm afraid this the only way I have known how to speak or set down my thoughts, all those I know do so.

Master Joel, I shall remember you recommendation of him should we meet. What is Texas? Is it your island?

[backpacking]

oh. no, it's the state joel's from.
like from the united states?

i guess you're not from there then.
did you come from an island?

[seaboard]

To Ellie,

A state! What is a state? Like a kind of existence of being?

No, I have not heard of this 'United States' I come from the Isle of St. Loe. It is one of many isles, all of which are ruled by separate kingdoms.

[backpacking]

[ oh man ]

no, it's like...a place? with boundaries?
like a collection of cities and towns that has borders.

where's the isle of st. loe?
sounds european

[seaboard]

[ It just gets worse. ]

Perhaps? What is 'Europe'?

[backpacking]

it's a continent. like, a big piece of land with all different countries in it.

guess you're not from there then...
what're some other places near you?

[seaboard]

Oh, well I suppose there is my isle, Isle St. Loe.

Then the isle that is across from us, they are the Beauhart. A little further south is the Great Mount llosgfynydd. Pen-y-bont ar Brigomaglos is a series of smaller islands that form a land bridge, so comes the name.