Dear Tipa caravan,
I don't say things like this often. Really, I don't. But, with all you've done…
Thank you.
You know, that was almost painful to write, really it was. But, you've saved my life numerous times, bailed me out of bad situations, and… Well, you've helped me remember quite a few interesting things. Without all of you, I doubt I would've even remembered I had a brother, even though we've still never met.
Bits and pieces of my old life show up from time to time, though not enough to form a coherent story just yet. If anything big comes to me, I'll contact you, promise.
Thanks again (Ow, that hurt),
Gurdy
Gurdy bit his lip. The mail moogle would soon be here, and he still wasn't sure if he was really going to send it.
How long had it been since he met them? Four years? Five?
Then by now, they would know that he wasn't the type to thank.
"Excuse me, do you have anything to deliver, kupo?"
Gurdy quickly hid the letter behind his back. "Uh. No, nothing at all, thank you."
The moogle nodded, and started to fly away from the city.
Gurdy sighed. He could tell them in person. That was always better.
So, he turned around, and threw the letter from the bridge and into the water below, watching the current carry the letter.
Yes, in person was always better.
Aw, poor Gurdy. So used to being an ass now that he can't remember how to say thank you.
