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Kiah grunted beneath the weight of the massive wooden beam he struggled to lift. Groaning, his soles pressed hard against the ground. His muscles strained, and he exhaled harshly, slamming the beam into a vertical position and letting it settle into the moderately-deep hole in the ground that had been allotted for it. Half-fearing the weighty beam might topple over and crush him entirely, Kiah stepped back. He breathed desperately, hunching over for a few brief moments before righting himself, beholding the structure-in-process in front of him, which would eventually form a cabin nestled in the western portion of the Ghostlands.
Smoothing a hand over his own hair, Kiah turned and glanced over his shoulder, eyeing the no-less-than-spectacular view of the shore the cliffside offered him. Thaladrius had an errand to run, and Kiah elected to stay back and continue with construction. He sighed, and found himself smiling for whatever reason — an uncontrollable show of happiness that his mind wandering towards one particular individual. Lowering a hand to his own hip, Kiah patted against his own leather pants, taking ahold of the amethyst medallion that hung by a leather strip from his own belt. Gently, in his grasp, it hummed and vibrated in a pleasant way after ten or so seconds, and endearingly, Kiah lifted the gem to his own lips, pressing them lightly against it. He breathed in through his nostrils, though it wasn’t the crisp scent of the Ghostlands that he sought out in the action.
He was grinning wolfishly by now, and Kiah released the medallion regrettably as he set back to work, letting the gem fall to his side and hang loosely from the leather strip. He sought out a mallet and a few lengthy steel nails. Often, the runner had to pause in his own work to force away the grin that seemed to return, no matter how hard Kiah labored. He shook his head in near disbelief.
And you aren’t very difficult to track either, brother — considering you’re always sprinting about. Perhaps if you took a moment to stop, breathe, and take in your surroundings, you may find yourself running into less situations like the one we encountered in Boggpaddle, yes?
The amber is contained within this letter, modeled in the fashion you asked, along with the other gems you so generously sent as well.
I don’t need the practice — do not doubt me.
Regardless, who is this for?
Safety and speed to you,
P.S.: No, I hadn’t heard until now, likely because you never write.