A Letter Addressed to Angrinc

My beloved friend Angrinc, 

Before addressing the content of your letter, I feel moved to express what a consequent pleasure it is to read your fine handwriting and elaborate language. It warms me completely, how you think of me and refer to me with so much kind devotion. 

In regards to our friend, Solveij, she is a fine and well-meaning lass though I will openly admit, any time, that her boisterous manners often cast a thick shadow onto her more-than-fine breeding. I forgive you fully for finding my concerns irrelevant in the moment, for indeed one must have a deep  and long-lived understanding of her character to judge her in the way I did. I furthermore applaud you for your newfound knowledge of the girl and your reflections that have followed. 

It is a shame I missed the meeting with Andri of the Vales, as I have a notable affection for the handsome fellow. It is no use thinking it outlandish! He reminds me of a man I had in mind, many months ago, for a romantic story that has yet to be brought to completion. It has eluded me, if you have yet to meet his sister? I am in the mind to invite you all for an evening of dining at our beloved Breeish establishment.

In regards, once more, to the topic of Solveij. I believe she is in that sweet-spot of life between excitability of youth and passion for the everyday responsibilities of a mature adult. She is quite like an uncontrollable young mare, if I might be so blunt in my analogy, who is easily distracted by the many new sights along her first trail. Do you understand what I am trying to convey? Her newfound freedom of late adolescence is a mighty thing that is rather hard to brindle. 

Your possibility of exploring the vast world is something I awfully envy, and I am beyond chuffed to know you are willing to investigate the seemingly veiled craftsmanship of the Fair Folk on my behalf. I will look forward to hear of your findings and urge you to envision me alongside you fawning over the various garments you come across. 

I shall pass along your regards to Mister Bruican and the Lady Sparrow - separately, indeed, as you stress.

I wish you the best health and good, mild winds during your coming journey, and I, most importantly, pray to see you well again before long. 

Your always-devoted friend, Wisterhya (Rosethorn) Hayward