Just a little RP post. Unless intercepted, tis secret 
Drawing through the crowds of Manaan Port, with folded parchment in hand, Genoveva made her way from west to east. The postal office sat practically dormant, save for its employee, for which she was grateful.
The letter in hand sat upon mid-quality paper. Sealed with wax, the stamp signature to her alone. Baby-blue wax stamped with the image of a lotus flower, dusted in golden dye. Perhaps significant to her in some way, who was to say.
The address upon the front was not local, nor was the individual named - “Mister Henrik Blanchi and Family”, it read in beautifully refined cursive.
Genoveva handed the letter over to the clerk, alongside several coins for postage, and made her way back home.
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“Dear Father,
I can only pray that this letter finds you in good health and spirits.
I should apologize, firstly, for my disappearance so swiftly in the night. Your words prior had rung through my mind the entire day, and this had been the only way I saw myself making any of the progress you wished of me.
I set foot upon Manaan Port some weeks ago now, and have since taken a small home to myself for shelter, though I do not believe this is where I will stay. A smaller settlement, albeit it a cold one, draws me closer each day, for varying reasons and I am at a loss of whether to follow such- or to deny it.
You were right, of course, hobbies I had taken for granted can be worthwhile, and I have found a love in painting my surroundings, as well as an income. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you for your guidance, as harsh as it was.
Luckily I have met some I would call friends along the journey, and I hope to keep them close to heart as I continue to make my way, wherever that may be.
My prayers are with you both, and I hope that you are both well.
I am sorry for having been a burden for so long.
Gene."
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