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My Dearest Ivoria,
I hope this letter finds you healthy and well. I've been terribly remiss in my letter writing, I confess. Motherhood has long-reaching shackles previously not realized. Life continues on in Surwich as usual. Nosy old women tell me how best I should care for Danny, what I should do with Jerald's hair. Typical old biddy stuff, and I pray that when I am old I am a bit less dotty.
Danny is growing like a weed. Just the other day I saw him on his knees! I do not think he gets the finer points of crawling yet, for he seemed content to lean forward and backwards, an expression of great confusion on his little face. To think, a few months ago he couldn't do much but wave his arms and legs about on his back, like some little shell-less turtle. When he grows up, I mean to remind him of it.
Jerald is getting along famously with his uncle, who is only a few years older than he is. I suspect Wally enjoys this ability to lead others. The town square of late has been filled with the much preferable sound of children screaming and playing, not so much full of adults bickering and worrying. How we've changed in just a short time! I think he may have a tendency for the arcane; that is, he devours everything I give him to read. I do not know what to do, but he is young yet. Perhaps at ten we will see about his aptitude and find a good, Gilnean mage to instruct him. What do you think?
There is a strangely curious young man who has been poking about Surwich. I spied him yesterday. He is handsome, dark haired and blue eyed. Tall, too, with kind and open features. I feel he reminds me of someone, but cannot place it. That, to be sure, has been the strangest thing to occur, nevermind Mr D. Evett's chasing of Sister Dawnherald (a letter to Mrs. E stated that they were both in Hearthglen, and that he means to court her most seriously!).
What have you been doing? Who have you seen? Tell me everything, for I am starved for information and languish quietly here away from all!
Perhaps the next time I am in Stormwind, we can have tea? I should like to go before I am too round and Alta runs from me!
Yours, in the Light, and blessing upon you, my dear friend,
Saphina
P.S. Find enclosed a recipe from my mother's book for Cinnamon Pecan Rolls. I saw them and thought they might be lovely to have with tea one afternoon!
To My Dear Friend, Isandare,
I hope this letter finds you and yours well! What all have you been doing as of late? Has your business been going well? Is your landlady keeping you well-fed? I pray daily that both you and Mrs. Taylor are well, for I miss you both terribly and cannot currently come to Stormwind.
But when I do manage to, I hope that we all will be able to meet for tea! Mr. G sends his regards.
Jerald has managed to blend into the family marvelously, just as I hoped he would. He has joined the blacksmith's daughter and the baker's son in learning about herbs and potions. I fear he may be learning faster than I can teach! Still he is little yet. Things such as this require some repetition.
Daniel has been doing very well. He cannot crawl just yet, but he rolls about enough for me to think I may have a ball on my hands, and not a baby.
Life continues on here as normally as one might expect it, and I'm pleased to learn that the fishermen have been able to catch a lot of fish and (more strangely) dive for all manners of clams and mussels. I foresee plenty of fish to be decorating Surwich's plates for a few months. I think, with a little more time, we'll be able to expand outward. But I am not a soldier, so what would I know?
Please find enclosed a recipe for cinnamon pecan rolls from my mother's recipe book. I confess it is also for your landlady's repertoire, but would feel remiss not sending her something, as I am also including several bottles of elixirs of strength for you. Have a care, Isandare, I want to see you hale and well!
Your friend, who wishes that she were a little closer for selfish tea-drinking reasons,
Saphina
D,
If this mage has done what he's ought to, I pray these have found themselves safely in your possession. Find enclosed a jar of ointment for burns. I suspect it smells far more friendly than other burn ointments, and I pray you are not allergic to juniper oil.
Yours,
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