Letters

My Storyteller,

I will refrain from showering you with flattery, because you will only accuse me of pretending to be Finn. Know that it is a measure of great effort on my part to hold back.

Since you seem so keen on this ridiculous notion of repaying me, I will make a selfish request. So long as it won’t cause you any pain, I would accept a single tale from you. Only if it brings you joy, though.

Yours,

Castien

Ps. Forgive me, but I must give in to a bit of flattery in order to tell you how radiant you looked this morning. The blooms in your hair made you look like a walking garden.

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