Day 21, of Azeyma's month

Dear Papan,

I have safely arrived in Gridania, but only after a slight mishap in the forest involving two who had jumped from a small airship that later crashed in the Black Shroud. At the time, I had feared the Hyur woman had suffered a concussion, or heatstroke (it was deathly hot that day, even in the shade) but after lengthy exposure to her, I found that she doesn't have the sense or manners the Twelve gave a chigoe.

Spring Festival

I still have the lance you gave me; it has come in handy in the wood, when beset by the rightful inhabitants. The path of a Disciple of War, though, holds a certain appeal to me, as I have seen many feats of strength from those I have met in my journey; I will have to explore the intricacies of each weapon in-betwixt furthering my studies of the forest's flora. One of those that have crossed paths with me is one of the fabled Seedseers, those enigmatic, holy beings that speak for the woods of the Black Shroud.

He was the one that warned us of the dangers inherent in the Shroud, and that the Greenwrath had been awoken.

I remember the stories you told me when I was little, about the elementals, and the moogles that serve them, but I confess that I had believed them to be mere tales told to small children to comfort and entertain. I now know the error of my belief, having come face-to-face with the myths when the Hedge protecting Gridania was breeched. Imagine my surprise when not only did moogles rescue us, I could understand their speech as well! Neither Wood Wailers nor the Seedseer shed any light on the reason, although Papalymo (the Lalafell that... arrived with the Hyur woman, Yda) said he understood it only through years of study.

I have also chosen to pursue the arts of crafting, though I fear I may tire of each in turn. The thought of having to sit in one spot for hours, repeating an action fills me with a feeling not unlike dread. However, I think I have inherited your wanderlust, as I find myself looking to the west more and more. I have made it to Ul'dah, around the time of the Spring Festival. Perhaps I may make it to Limsa Lominsa in time for the Midsummer Celebration?

By the time this letter reaches you, the Stillglade Fen may know who it was that took down the Hedge; I will have gone through the cleansing ceremony to remove my woodsin, and received my mask.

May Nophica keep you, and Llymnlaen protect you,

Your daughter,

Romi