Sabine wrote down the letters as Meesei said them and continued on with the letter.

[i]...Meesei the tree minder of the village and the tree minders son Tunchik. In the rityouall the Hist gave me vishons of three memorees and Meesei was there to help.[/i]

"Of course." Janius said, slowly nodding in understanding to Kaleeth, "Meesei will probably want to leave as soon as possible, but I can convince her to stay until later tomorrow, I think. You take all the time you need to. I'll wait for you." Janius brought Kaleeth close and wrapped his arms around her. He wished he wasn't so torn up about it as she was, but he tried not to show it. "In the meantime, we still have the rest of today. What do you feel like doing?"

At this point, Fendros walked past Sabine and Meesei on his way to pick up some thread and a sewing needle to fix a hole in his leggings when he looked over Sabine's shoulder. What he saw made him stop and squint his eyes, trying to read the strange writing. Closer inspection revealed that it was simply incorrect spelling. Sabine must have missed out on learning to properly write and spell. Well, living with the pack, it was no wonder really. If you wanted to learn, you had to ask and practice on your own. It made Fendros think that his child would have to be taught as such eventually. Right now though, it looked like Sabine needed some help. He knelt down beside her and gave her a friendly smile. "Do you need some help writing your letter, Sabine? I can advise you with the spelling at least."

Sabine stopped writing and glanced up at Fendros. Looking over her work so far seemed to lower her spirits as she noticed all of her mistakes. Under normal circumstances, she would run and hide, but she really wanted to get this letter done. Ignoring it wouldn't help at all. She nodded to Fendros and they set about correcting the letter. In took about an hour and a half to get a letter down that Sabine was satisfied with. It was covered in strikethroughs and corrections, little margin notes and large spatters of accidental droplets of ink, but it was legible enough.

[i]Dear Ariel, my sister.

I am writing from an Argonian village several weeks west of Thorn. Fendros is helping me because I am not very good at writing, but I will practice so I can write to you better.

Today I experienced the ritual to bond with the Hist. You will be pleased to hear that it has helped me a great deal. There were difficult trials to prove myself, but with the help of Meesei, the Treeminder Thorantilth, and Thorantilth's son, Tunshik, I was able to overcome them. The Hist showed me some old memories that had hurt during my life, and where I had made choices that I regretted. I was allowed to make those choices again, differently this time, and the Hist showed me how the choices changed my life and helped me feel better about them. The new choices didn't happen in real life, but I still learned the lessons.

One of the memories had you in it. Do you remember when I was little and I spilled void salts on the floor? Sister Freida was very cross. I think she is dead now, I didn't see her in the coven, but I remember that you stood up for me and protected me. You did that for me a lot in the coven. Thank you. Anyway, in that memory, the Hist let me stand up for myself so I could be just as strong as you. The Hist showed me that I got the nettle and I had to clean the laboratory, but I was okay. I did cry, but I wasn't so scared of the punishment anymore.

The other two memories didn't have you in them. I might tell you about them in other letters, but they helped just as much. The Hist took away my fear and pain, and I feel so good. I can breath properly now, I had forgotten what that had felt like. The day is brighter. I can talk to people without feeling scared about what they will say back. I still need practice, but it has made many things easier. I even asked Ahnasha if I could use her ink and canvas to write this letter and she didn't mind at all!

Everyone in the pack is well, more or less. Ahnasha is so big now that she is having trouble moving. Everyone says her cub will be born soon, so we are going to Stormhold to find someone to help with that. I hope it doesn't hurt her too much. She has been painting more and more, making Fendros do silly poses, but they have been happy. Meesei and Lorag have been helping me with the ritual mostly. Meesei has been a comfort and a guide, while Lorag taught me a little bit about fighting for one of the trials. Janius has met an Argonian woman, Kaleeth-Rei, and I think they are in love, which is strange because I haven't seen Janius like this before. They are both sad because they can't stay together unless Kaleeth joins us. I think Janius needs to stop trying to sleep with women if he doesn't want this kind of thing to happen.

I wish I could speak to you again, because the last time I was very nervous and we didn't get to talk much. I noticed that you tried though, thank you. I hope that your shop is going well. I hope that you are well, as well as the innkeepers and the woman at the clothing shop. Say hello to them for me. Perhaps next time I send a letter I could tell you where we are going next so that you might reply.

Until next time, good health.
Love Sabine[/i]

"...How's that?" Fendros asked. Writing the letter had taken a lot of time. Some of what Sabine had to say made Fendros laugh at bit, but it was honest and heartfelt.

Sabine nodded affirmatively, "Thank you for helping."

Fendros smiled, and pat Sabine on the back, "Any time. I can teach you more about reading and writing when we have spare moments if you like." With that, Fendros got up again to find a spot to repair his leggings, "Remember to keep that out of the mud and rain until we get to Stormhold."

Sabine took the letter in both hands and held it up in front of her. She was amazed that she was able to get so much writing onto the canvas, even more so that she had so much to say. She glanced at Meesei, then leaned over to hand the letter to her. "Do you think Ariel will like it?"