Gregor,
I know you said we cannot write. But what I cannot do is not speak to you when I want to so badly, even though you have only been gone a day. So I will write letters to you whether you read them or not. I hope your parents do not mind too much. Vikus says pups need parental contact, but friends keep their dreams flying high.
Or so he said in the past. He says very little at present. He and Howard are inventing a communication chart that will hopefully aid him greatly. He hopes to someday soon reign in his wayward granddaughter who is consumed with royal business. She is consumed with you as well.
I worry that things in the Overland will prove too much for you. Ripred's dire stories of fighting in the Overland do nothing to soothe my mind. I beg you not to fight your fellow Overlanders. Even when consumed by grief. Though I too am missing Ares, I want you to stay safe. Were he alive, I am sure he would too.
Which future course do you think best serves the Underland? If I only had Regalia to think of, it would be simple. But nothing is simple. Ripred insists the rats are of equal importance, as are the others. I know you would second him. Therefore I do my best to channel you. I do not understand this reference, but Ripred says you will.
If only you were truly here to tell me what this means.
I learn to listen first and do last. It is hard.
This night is too short. My love for you is not.
Luxa
