Dearest W.J.,
The lessons of the High Botanist really could have come in handy, as screeching...thistleweed? adventureweed? arugula? (it almost killed me, but I still can't get the name right) was nearly the end of all of us. Things got a little better once I realized, midway through the battle, that I could move my arms and legs and attack after all, but we were still almost done in by those distant cousins of Sadush. They really had it in for him, btw. Anyway, I think we need to reconsider our goals. Our task for Jacamoolay has turned out to be more than a mere errand, and if we want to do the plant creatures in we will have to invent a better strategy. On the other hand, we could just return to her empty-handed, but I assume she won't like that.
TOP SECRET!!!!
The wild elf who is our guide is so handsome. I find myself strangely attracted to him despite his wild garb and unkempt hair--or is it because of these things? He is not like any eladrin I know, certainly not like Erevan. But he is still SO HANDSOME. But he is also a coward, it seems, and his eating habits are truly disgusting. And of course I'm in love with Erevan anyway, right? I probably just miss him so much and am trying not to think about him and so that's why I keep forgetting he even exists...right?
I am going to attempt another poem. I wonder if I should show my works to Illander? On second thought, NEVER!
Wild elf in the trees
Why do I think of bees
When I sees
Your hair in the breeze?
Bees in the flowers
Full of pretty powers--
Of buzzing and honey
When it is sunny!
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