Hey Terrans. Another week in paradise I'm sure. I hope the powers that be aren't unofficially threatening you with another lockdown if they don't stay in power.
Here, it's been rather nice actually. There wasn't a great deal of time for reading I'm afraid. I packed the whole group of us up and took the gryphon to visit distant lands. We revisited old favorite spots and discovered new vistas. One night in particular stands out.
I had quietly informed the keeper of a busy sanctuary of my intentions to visit. But when I introduced myself to the guard, my large group was shown to a large table in the town's tavern, one unexpectedly prepared for us as well.
The room was expectedly dark and with a distinctive and familiar feeling that I hadn't enjoyed in a very long time. And with the region's music in the air, I felt just how very long it had been. It was like when you've gone hungry so long that you forget you're hungry, but then when you eat again… the music probably tasted better for the hunger, but it was delicious.
Nourishing… other such words came to mind trying to explain just being there in the merriment. New faces were friendly. Some of which were tasked with anticipating our every convenience, even providing backways so we didn't have to cut through the room's busy, swerving-people obstacle course.
And all that and more. It was a great night. Afterwards, I couldn't help but notice a bit of rejuvenation and revitalization.
Not every night was like that, and even with all the help, the coordination of my large group still amounts to quite a feat, so I beg your indulgence on this letter's not advancing the matters mentioned in previous ones.
As wonderful as that night was, it is nice to be back in a regular quiet tavern, penning a letter to terran friends and putting off work until later.
-Pen