My Dearest Love Erevan,
It is so hard to be a Chosen One because it means that I have to be away from you!--but otherwise, I seem to be up to the challenge. I wish I could say the same for the other (non-Eladrin) Chosen Ones, who just got over being miserably ill from a battle with rats--RATS! Daddy always told me that the lack of privilege made folk from Lower Valon "hearty," but I have seen precious little proof of it. One of them is--I kid you not!--totally green, like kale.
I'm taking very good care of your little brother--He's so sweet and well-meaning--I'm a little annoyed that he talked me into spending all of my money on carrion crawler brain juice, but the little guy was so excited about it that I couldn't help it. He's just like a little kid! Of course, his powers (such as they are) are nothing compared to yours. I wish YOU had been a Chosen One instead, but I guess that would go against the whole being-born-on-the-same-day prophecy--I *love* that you are so mature and strong and wise. I miss you, and all of Upper Valon--the rest of the world seems so dingy--or most of it, anyway. Did you know ice was COLD?
The wizards and alchemists downstairs are making such a row. What could it be about, I wonder? The people here are very WEIRD! Illander and I visited a twisted old wizard today who should be able to get us where we want to go, but first we have to find a magicum core that some goblins stole. He has something called a bathysphere which goes underwater.
Speaking of magic, guess what?! I have almost mastered that little trick you showed me of making things burst into flame. It just goes to show that anything is possible for me when I put my mind to it!
Love and hearts to you my Erevan,
Ashleigh
P.S. I wish you could see the flying dolphins at sunset. They are so beautiful. I whispered to them that I knew how they felt--but I can NEVER truly know how they feel without you by my side!!!!
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