To my dear Job.
Today, I was scolded and told that if there is someone I miss, I should at least write them a letter.
They said that even knowing it would never reach you, writing would still be better than letting everything fester inside me.
So I have picked up my pen and begun to write.
I spent a long time wondering what I should write about.
Then I thought that, if it were you, you would probably be most curious about how everyone has been doing.
So I shall begin with that.
I am the same as ever.
My days are spent cutting clothes for the Vermilion Bird and taking orders from Lords to make silk garments.
These days, there has also been talk of kings and such, but I have not taken much interest in that matter, so I do not know much about it.
I only wish more interesting fabrics would come in.
Cloth enchanted with defensive magic and textiles woven from metal are becoming rarer and rarer, so tailoring has become less enjoyable.
Tey said that this was because “the world has become safer”… but even so, disappointment is still disappointment.
I suppose I must endure it, since me having less fun is better than people dying.
Ah, lately I have also been learning horseback riding in my free time.
At first, I learned together with the girl Isarnkol, but now the difference…