Kellach was in his room, clutching a letter sternly, creasing the paper.
This was the first time he truly lamented coming to Eorzea. He thought of catching the first boat towards the outer continents, but decided against it. His brother was growing up to be a far better man than he was. Other than tart himself up and play up his ignorance of Eorzean customs, what had he actually done here? Study? He hadn't been able to see the inside of Mealvaan's Gate in ages. Train? He hadn't properly trained in weeks.
They were all right - What he needed to work on was himself.
Quote:Dear brother,
Father is no more. Two months after you left, he contracted an unknown illness that the physickian could not cure. We tried teas, leeches, and all sorts of exotic remedies, but nothing worked. He died screaming in pain, claiming the Elements had forsaken him. After seeing the illness myself, I was inclined to agree with him. Both Fire and Ice were fighting over his body heat. Wind had turned foul in his wake. Water could not cleanse him. Neither could the Earth's remedies and even the very spark of life, Lightning, had vanished from his eyes. He died a broken man, brother. A shell of his former self.
You asked that I write to you, rather than mother this time around. Much like father, I am not one for fancy words and I would have gladly left the writing to mother once more. In her grief, however, I fear that informing you of this development would crush her even further. As I write, she has not come out of her room for a week and I fear that she has lost the will to live.
Father bequeathed the farm to me, but I feel as though in his last days, he wished you were at his side, and I were studying in Eorzea. I do not blame him - you were clearly the harder worker. Perhaps it was because mother would keep sheltering you from the outside. Still, I am working harder than I ever thought possible before and sincerely hope you are doing the same at the Arcanists' Guild.
By the time this letter makes it to you, we will have performed the usual funeral rites and father's body and soul will have returned to the Elements. However, please visit father's Tree sometimes and allow him to see just how you have grown.
May the Elements favor your growth,
Einrich
This was the first time he truly lamented coming to Eorzea. He thought of catching the first boat towards the outer continents, but decided against it. His brother was growing up to be a far better man than he was. Other than tart himself up and play up his ignorance of Eorzean customs, what had he actually done here? Study? He hadn't been able to see the inside of Mealvaan's Gate in ages. Train? He hadn't properly trained in weeks.
They were all right - What he needed to work on was himself.
