Tennis With An Elf and A Dwarf by Grundy, Raiyana

Unexpected Visitor

Carweg!

I have not ever been so surprised as I was when Felkhar appeared at my door, more keen to meet the dwarf who would build a friendship with an elf he barely knew than any might have anticipated. 

HOW DID YOU GET THE KING’S FRIEND TO PLAY MAILCARRIER??!?!?

Also, that one is oddly frightening while also being very endearing – he had much to say of my gold-crack pots indeed (and I gifted him one for his wife, which sounded like it should be well-received – does she know much of smithing, clay or metal??) and such an intense way of paying attention. 

Quite unnerving, in truth (I do hope he doesn’t read this letter, but yours arrived with no signs of tampering, so I shall chance it), to have him looking at me as I write this – though he is very polite; I half expected that he would wish to wander through the workshop, but I suppose he must have learned manners as we teach them over the years he has spent in friendship with our people… 

I have offered him a tour – he is not well-versed in the art of claysmithing, but there is an almost child-like curiosity in him that I find charming, even if I am certain that he is centuries my elder. Elves are a strange folk indeed, I think I might finally see what adad meant when he spoke of your kin. 

As for meeting, I suggest  – I had to ask Master Eöl to tell me the names you use for the shifting times of the year; he was most kind in drawing me a diagram – how strange to have a calendar that changes so little within a cycle! – I digress! I have made tentative plans to join my cousin’s merchant traders in Thargelion this spring, once the snows clear and the ground is suitable for wagons to cross – Master Eöl says you call this april, but if my spelling is too strange, this is the moon after the equinox, and I think we should arrive around the middle of that moon. 

This letter has been quite short, but I feel those dark eyes boring into my skull (even if Master Eöl is too polite to complain at the speed of my pen-scratchings) so I shall end it now, hoping that I might see you this spring in Thargelion!

Your friend, 

Harga