Dear Ana,
I hope this letter finds you well, as times seem to be getting much more chaotic. I can hardly afford a bundle of those sweet cakes we both so loved as children, when only three springs prior I could always afford this monthly vice. Some say that this is due to the rumors of civil war culminating from the south, but you know more than anyone how much I detest rumors. Narius says that he can feel an 'ill air on the wind', but he is always talking nonsense. Why I ever married that man will forever remain the greatest mystery of the age.
The mill is doing well, though with the scarcity of wheat as of late it is becoming harder to make ends meet. Narius Jr. just had his seventeenth starday, you wouldn't believe how big he has grown, he seems bigger than a troll. Without my dear boy I don't know if the mill would have survived the winter, he is keen with a hammer and has been working part time with Naia the town's blacksmith to earn some extra credits. I love that boy to death but I fear this struggling mill and I are holing him back from his true calling, though when I bring it up he will hear none of it.
But enough about me, how are you? Did Dessa recover from her bout of crackling lung? How are the twins doing? I hope they received the gifts I sent them. When I saw those Dwarven necklaces in the market I couldn't help but think how pretty they would look in them. Tell them their Aunty loves them and prays for them every day. I also pray for you and Dessa, every single day. I have missed you dearly every day since you left to follow your dreams of becoming a seamstress, but even more so in these times of uncertainty. I pray this letter finds you well, and hope for a speedy reply.
Your loving sister, Ury.
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