Third seed, eighth day
I joined a "survivors group" yesterday evening, my dearest.
It's a small group of others like myself, our kind, who are also having a difficult time adapting to human life.
There isn't anyone I recognize, unfortunately, only two other Lunans. The rest of the group are Nithforkai and Celgran.
I've made peace with the two Lunans and one of the Celgran and it's made life here easier than before. We've bonded over not having magic, and the strange ways of Nuvolta.
The two Lunans are a brother and sister named Arguse and Floar. Both ice elements from Liydo.
The Celgran is a moon guardian who was actually from Galsatru! His name is Ludus. He doesn't really talk that much...
I'm getting closer to being able to obtain a job. A local collage (that's like a secondary school for hatchlings after they become colored) is offering classes to as many of our kind as they can. They're teaching us all the things we need to know about functioning in Nuvolta; it's quite fascinating. (Although difficult)
It already feels like I've been away for so many seeds... I hope you and our son are taking care of each other while I'm here.
May the Amber Eye watch over you, my dearest.
Farewell
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The Years Alone
KurzgeschichtenA young dragoness trapped in a world void of magic, locked away from all her loved ones for twenty years. These letters were her coping mechanism.
