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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.
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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I have upset him so terribly so, I do not mean to be any offence! I know I am a fool, but however can I make it up to him? All else has fled my mind, I should not have spoken as I did.
Of course, my heart is glad for your kind words and guidance,
Gilia.
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It has come to my attention that you're speaking poorly of my dear new friend Gilia. I request with utmost insistence that you apologize to her at once, for she is not a fool if any sort and does not deserve to be called one.
Once you've done so, we'll speak of Jiang Wanyin.
With utmost seriousness (but still ardently),
Wei Ying
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Dearest Wei Ying,
Your new friend Gilia can scarcely deserve such defence for her ignorance, but she is glad to have it. Thank you for your kind words, I feel so dreadfully out of sort over every little thing.
But I promise, I shall speak to her, as you say.
Fondly so,
Gilia St. Loe.
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Your words gladden me. In fact, they've made me grin - Sizhui has noticed and he's looking at me strangely, so the benefits are twofold (I do enjoy keeping him on his toes).
As for Jiang Wanyin, I promise you, you've not actually wronged him in any way. The world from which we came has made him angry and jaded, which I myself played no small part in. And so when he meets someone like yourself who is not yet angry and jaded, he does his best to warn them to become so.
When they choose to believe the best in the world and in others instead of growing angry and jaded, it frustrates him. It's as if they're choosing to wander unprotected into a world which will eat them alive rather than accepting the armor he has gone out on a limb to offer them.
Should you truly wish to make amends, simply return to him and thank him for his efforts to help you. Tell him something like, you recognize that he has more experience with this place and is probably entirely correct, and you will reflect on all that he's told you.
And whatever you do, do not mention that I've helped you in making amends with him. Such a thing sours the whole effort, I'm afraid.
Wishing the best of luck in this endeavor,
Wei Ying
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How dreadful his heart must feel to be so sorrowful at the world, to see such darkness where there too can be such light. He sounds as if no one has given him any kindness to temper that sort of pain.
I will do my best, with that knowledge. Though it grieves me I can't say you are the one that told me such.
I shall end this here now, so I can compose what to write to him in turn. I will see you tomorrow as we discussed,
The only luck I shall need is your regard,
Gilia St. Loe
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I suppose you're half right. He has been shown kindness in his life, but rarely from the people whose kindness would've made a difference.
There is no need to grieve for that. We are as we are. Perhaps one day we won't be. I hope that one day we won't be, but such a thing isn't really mine to hope, anymore.
I will see you tomorrow - meet me downstairs in the kitchen when you're ready.
Wishing my best regards,
Wei Ying
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But she is a woman of position and she has learned: it does not matter what you must swallow, in time, you will kill off even dearer parts of yourself. So she can compose herself as she did that day and meet him. The material slipping around her as it trails in it's length. She still didn't know how to be here, exactly. These men weren't her family, and she could never impose on them in such a way - and that meant that is their presence she should never be anything less than utterly grateful, but neither were they her family's house attendants, so she must not impose and self aggrandize, if she ever would, and must seek to be helpful at all times. Where then did that leave her? A friend he said. But what did that mean outside of everything else she knew? She'd never had friends like that, at least not close ones. Not since girlhood. Not since Godfinn.
A headache is mostly what it turned into when trying to figure out how to dress, act, talk, behave. Before ending up right where she started from. So she donned her now cleaned dress, hid her hair away being her wimple and veil, and went down to join him as they had discussed. In the end, she would be most comfortable dressed as she knew. ]
Hello Master Wei Ying, how has your day fared so far?
[ As casual as she could be, as she went to joined him - taking a seat across from him at the table. ]
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My day, ( he says, cracking open the lid to begin to scoop portions of chocolate ice cream out into a bowl, ) Has been positively buzzing in anticipation of our ice cream brunch. ( he sets the bowl in front of her as well as the thus-far-unused spoon, with a bit of a grin. ) Perhaps once you try this, you'll be ardent enough that I'm simply 'Wei Ying' again. ( his tone is light, rife with good-natured teasing, though even as he scoops his own ice cream into his bowl, he can't help but steal a much more serious glance her way. searching assessing. trying to get a read on her mood, after reading such a brief yet heavy bit of literature. )
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Still, his teasing warms her cheeks pink all over again as he reminds her. ]
I shall always be ardent in your presence, Wei Ying, how could I be anything less for your kindness to me? But you have caught me, I will do my best not to fall back on old habits.
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( and in case she needs the encouragement, he'll take a bite from his own bowl now. )
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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. ]
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( 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. )
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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?