Lathe's Letters: Fey (Patreon)

The Famous Fey Moss,

I saw one of your shows.

It was in a little tavern in Tyle, a space far too small to contain you. I wish I could recall its name. My ferryman, my confidant and collaborator these past few years, had need of my council while there. I was so overcome by the sound of your voice that I could not give him a single piece of advice.

I don’t even remember the words. Just a faint recollection of a lively, upbeat tune, and the crystal clear sound of your voice. It was incredible. You know, of course, that I love your songs. You know, of course, that you are a born performer. You know, of course, that no one could hope for better entertainment than the one and only Fey Moss.

You could not know how closely I hold those songs now. You could not know how much they mean to me still, after these many months away.

You glowed on that small stage. The cheers of the crowd nearly lifted you into the air. You looked so happy. Well fed and clean and safe, the hardships of adventuring long behind you, only the bright future you deserve ahead.

We were so lucky to have you on those arduous missions to other worlds, but I cannot explain how grateful I am so have seen you past all that. You have earned it.

I think I would have given anything to sit with you then. To see not the fabulous Fey Moss, but simply Fey.

I hope the kingdom knows how lucky they are to have you, and that not a single soul ever takes you for granted.

I believe I will see you again, Fey.

Look into the stars, and you may see me even sooner.

Keep singing.

Good night.