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Dearest Kana,
I hope this letter finds you well enough, safe and sound once again. I write to you now, without any real intentions beyond giving you my deepest thanks for your friendship over the ordeal we have both been through. Of course, we both survived the events gone by with different wounds and experiences, but regardless, you were with me the entire way and for what it is worth, you have my thanks.
Your strength and stability have often been the only thing holding me steady throughout. I know we perhaps began a little icy with each other, however I have found in you the truest of friendships and the deepest of comforts, even when others perhaps had lost all hope in me. I have always found it exceedingly difficult to resist the darkness within me, the black thoughts, the jealousy, the longing, but with you around the burden felt always lightened. I have relied heavily on your advice and words in the last few months, as there is hole somewhere within my heart ever since her demise. I can barely speak her name, even now.
Though I know it had to happen, the heart still often goes on fanciful flights and many explorations of the what ifs and maybes. But, it is done, set in stone, and I have to learn to live with it now without knowing what might have been.
I digress, I am certain you have no interest in hearing the sorrows and confusion of this ilk.
Nonetheless, I have since procured myself a small cottage, built not too far from the town and the glade where the Edelwood tree now grows. I walk past it often, even now, each day I walk the gardens around it and watch it grow and thrive. In a place where so much pain and suffering has occurred, so much destruction, fire, betrayal and death, it heartens me greatly to see the invigoration and quickening of life that only our dear friends' sacrifices could have brought about. Though he was often difficult, I find that even now, I miss that strange lizard.
Perhaps we should see this as yet another of his awfully pertinent lessons. Often, when I have a troubled mind I return to the determination that both Shepherd and he showed us, and sometimes, just sometimes I can feel even a small moment of their fire within me. When I am low, it is often enough to remember that what he did for us, for Avantris, perhaps for more than that, is something I should honour and strive to live up to.
I hope dear Jinteki is travelling well, the poor dear has been through a lot.
Always yours,
in friendship and persistence,
Victoria Isaacs.
Do It For Sarnax.