Dear North Winds,
The miasma is thick this year but I couldn't really say if it is any thicker than any other year. I was born last spring with my brother Sprig, and so far life has been pretty grand. Each day I wake up to new adventures, and I've quickly been adjusting to the world. I've found preferences and tastes, and a calling. It draws me in like the winds you blow through our cherry trees, luring me into your grasp with the sweet smell. Instead of cherry petals, the smell of sand and salt lingers in my nostrils. Is it my imagination? There is not much access to either of those here in the eternal spring of the central country. I hope that mother will understand that Faerindell cannot contain me.
The roar of the sea taunts me. Will you guide me across it?
I need to feel the sand in my toes and smell the sea on the back of my tongue. Will the salt linger? Is the sand coarse? Will it hurt? I haven't heard much about Ahza but is it like Palu'au? I worry about the heat. I heard it is a desert. What is a desert? Is it a tasty snack? A dessert? I am told there is more sand than I could imagine but I imagine buckets of sand. Is it more than that? What is it like? I want to know.
Dear North Winds... please guide me. I look forward to meeting you soon.
