Dreamy, I’m still finding it hard to wrap my head around your death, I don’t think I processed it properly at the time being on Ranalds Delight. It’s all feeling very real now, and it don’t sit right that you died in a basement instead of in the countryside
In case you can still hear me somehow, I wanted to let you know that we got Reya out safe and Haricot is very sorry that he shot that blunderbuss, I’m sure you know that he didn’t intend for us to get hurt but ‘e was desperate to stop the silver sword lady and the big one with no front teeth. Guido managed to dodge the blast somehow and by that point I think Bloomer was already playing dead.
I’ve cut off your belt loop and I will continue to wear it around my finger so I can keep following wherever you guide me, and we’ll burn your body to let your soul rise to the sky to join the stars up there, so others can use your light for guidance.
I’ve decided to stay in Middenheim, not because I’m too scared to make the journey back to the Moot on my own, but on the off chance you might come back and visit me as a ghost and I don’t want to be gone. Just like when we were younger and you told me if I ever got lost when I was foraging in the woods to stay put and you’d come find me, no matter how far from the paths I’ve strayed.
I’m think I’m going to open a proper clinic up in the Kleinmoot and I’ll call it Hartpetal’s Hospital. I’ll place your ashes in the planters and hanging baskets where I’ll grow strawberry plants which I hope will be as sweet as you. And in every bird that comes to pinch them I’ll hear them whistling with your voice. In every person that’ll come, I’ll see a piece of you, and I know you’ll be looking at me through their eyes, and I will do my best to help every single one of them, better than I was able to help you. I’m sorry I wasn’t tougher.
I hope you’re in comfort at Esmereldas cottage and watching the fire in an armchair, rather than having your back against the walls and watching the doors, and maybe talking to Josias about next years harvest over a pie.
I love you Dreamy with all my heart you’re the best cousin any halfling could have wished for. This isn’t what I wanted for us but I know you’d tell me “This’ll do”.
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