Tristan creased the paper twice, effectively compacting the letter into three folds. He would have preferred an envelope for both its presentation and security. An unconscious sigh. Unfortunately, there wasn't a desk full of stationary inside a house of pirates-turned-temporary-ranchers. Sometimes he missed ordinary things like envelopes while in his present company. A smile inched up from his lips to his cheeks.
Company? No, more like family. He thought happily, now with a full-blown beam on his face. It was with this feeling of contentment that he scribbled down
Briar's name on the outside of the letter and slid it into its labeled compartment.
Greetings Miss Briar,
The ballot was drawn for the moon-viewing festival and our names were matched. Therefore I am asking that you observe this holiday with me, at the foothills of Korsoret Mountain. I will be waiting for your arrival at 8 o' clock. Thank you and I look forward to meeting you.
With all Sincerity,
Tristan T. Field
P.S. I hope I spelled the location (Kerosort?) correctly. I'll ask for a small mercy since I am new in town.
Briar's Mailbox
