Letters to Pennsic – Aug 7 2017 (AS 52)

Dear Mistress Acelina,

I must confess that my heart is full of joy and pride at hearing of the chivalry and courtesy that the Dragon’s youngest warriors are displaying, possibly more so than our esteemed Crown. And even more so that you are once more being called to guide them on their journeys! These are exciting times, indeed!

I have been lucky thus far to work with Gareth on training some enthusiastic fighters in Carraig Ban who are slightly younger than myself. Their thirst for battle rivals my own, though I seek more now to temper mine with tenacity rather than simple prowess. I am hoping, too, that I can encourage Sirs Sabah and Robert Downey to come out and assist with their training, for I am certain that their experience will help hone both the blades and minds of those who wish to learn from them.

I visited with Baroness Epona today in her home, which is not far from my own, and she is alive and well. We spoke at length about her upcoming elevation to the Order of the Pelican and I gave her a small token to wear on her chains. I once more conveyed my regret at not being able to attend such a joyous occasion where I would see not only she, but Baron Gareth be recognized for their contributions, but they both understand — the Watch demands me to be present, and present I shall be. Lady Johara also visited during that time, so I was able to enjoy both of their company and see that they both are in relatively good health.

I admit that I was overjoyed to hear that our kingdom’s champions were victorious today in battle. I know that Brynn is excited at the opportunity to fight for the Midrealm as a newly minted Combat Archer, but please ensure that he is properly rested and healed from his injury before he fights. I do not wish for him to enter Valhalla before his time.

You mentioned in your last missive that you are planning on playing one of your instruments this week. Do you have a particular time that you will be performing, or just as the feeling moves you?

My turn on the watch is nearly through. After I sleep for a bit, I shall begin working on new garb for Johara and Sabah, and packing for my own journey later this week.

With all fondness,
Samii

Letters to Pennsic – Aug 5 2017 (AS 52)

Dear Mistress Acelina,

Today was an unseasonably cool and supposedly drizzly day on the Western front. I ended up roasting some carrots and tossing them in a butter and honey whiskey sauce, and roasting off some zucchini and summer squash for lunch earlier since the day called for a heartwarming meal.

I heard from the missives of several others earlier that it was cold and wet at War today. Hopefully, the weather passes into less humid and drier conditions for the armies that are gathering. I hear that there is another day of so of revelry where all parties are at peace before everyone takes up arms.

I must confess that my heart beats with the sound of war drums in my ears and I am longing to stand next to my friends and family and take up arms. But such is the way with fighters, as I’m sure you know. I am passing the time until everyone returns home with crafts and chores. There are scrolls to paint, clothes to sew, leather to tool.

In a week’s time, I will be on my way to curate a market in the Barony of Sternfeld dedicated to the celebration of our animal companions. It will be my last time in this role, and it is bittersweet. However, as I mentioned, the war drums call to my heart and soul, and I shall be able to answer them more readily in future years.

May your days be dry and filled with enjoyment, and I gleefully await your next missive!

Samii

Letters to Pennsic – Aug 2 2017 (AS 52)

Dear Mistress Acelina:

The weather in Carraig Ban is less ominous than that at War today, though still hot and a touch humid.

I picked up fabric yesterday to start working on my clothes for Fall Crown, though I have zero desire to start working on anything just yet. Not for fear of mis-cutting something (though that’s always a worry), but just simply because the day is quickly getting away from me. It’ll pass and I’ll take care of it eventually.

On my way home, I took some of the less traveled roads between Ayreton and Carraig Ban. The crops will soon be ready for harvest and there appeared to be a lack of bandits. I avoided the waterways, however, for I hear there are tax collectors that prowl the banks relentlessly, or so Sir Sabah has mentioned.

I think that I shall lie down for a bit and maybe take on a bit of cider while I enjoy the last bits of leave that I have until tonight when I am on watch again. Carraig Ban’s towers require constant vigilance in the event that travelers call for aid, and I am grateful that Their Excellencies Hillary and Gareth have allowed me to remain in Her Excellency Epona’s territories and be of service while they sort out their disagreements.