[The translation of the letter will be sent to Thanos Caras via private message and refrained from being shown to the public. I apologize but, people must be kept at the edge of their seat. Ahem.]

The letter, bearing the noble wax seal of the Caras family would have found its way into Thanos's hands. Somehow, someway - even if it had to be through the man who posed as a female courtesan at court. Either way, he would have gained the letter (and a messy red-smeared kiss on the cheek in the process) and hopefully, if he still hadl common sense, would have opened it without others around. Perhaps it was dangerous to be using the Caras seal but again, if Thanos still had common sense, he would have known it was a letter of urgency.

Mio Fratello! (My Brother!),

How has your world been as of late, hm? I have heard time and time again that the coming autumns in northern Fexlund are something to admire for its beauty is unmatched by even the fairest ladies of the court! But ah, your lovely flower is the fairest of them all! She has grown a few marks since you placed her out in the sun. Alas, you should see her! Her petals have opened and she is quite the bloom! Hopefully in intend to visit the humble abode once more to see what your tender loving care has done for her!

But, this is not the only news I bring! The youngest of us all, it seems, has appeared to have gained a new hobby. Stargazing, if you will. And ah, what stars they are brother, even I must admit it. Do you not miss the nights we spent on the beach, staring at the sky, listening to the dying fire crackling some distance away... I must not carry myself away with these thoughts but yes, the youngest! I have become quite surprised that he has chosen to stargaze as well and I must say though - with joy - he has found himself enraptured by the noble north star seen, come morning.

You know how we love our kelyean stars, brother, do you not? Sooner or later we must sit down and gaze upon them once more, perhaps going so far as to holding a discussion as to what these stars look like, like when we were children. However, until that time comes, I will be seeking to follow in his own footprints in the fire lit night and watch my own, golden star.

Until we endearingly speak again, mio fratello, take care and please, do not worry.

The Middle

P.S.
The Madonna sends her love.

Gods. Only Jairus. Upon delivering a sharp crack to the courtesan's rump, and rubbing the smear off his cheek, he went up to his room to open the letter. By the end, he was sighing in frustration, his feet kicked up on the bed. The reply was written in sloppy, hurried Kelyean. As per all of their letters, Jairus alone would be able to translate it.

Fratell' mi',

Tell the swoony stargazer to keep his telescope pointed at earth.

Make sure to water my flower and sing to her. You know flowers require song, after all. Sing her my special song. The one Mami used to sing in the garden. You know the one.

Enjoy the fire! I dearly wish I could be there, but you know as well as I do that Bertha is quite the demanding lady. Can't go a single night without my ship docking in her harbor. I suppose I will have to make do.

Pay my respects to the Holy Mother.

-The First