To: High Prince Altair
From: Prince Whelan of the Realm of Waters
I am not in the least surprised that you stopped everything to help search for an errant youngling. It is who you are, and it is a quality that I admire in you.
I am surprised, sometimes that you are only seventy Suns old. I always think of you as my own age, though I suppose ninety-one Suns is not so much older.
It is an odd age to be. Many of those not born to noble families who are our age have already found their mates, and yet we, or at least I, have been told not to rush these things, that we have other responsibilities.
I am so looking forward to seeing you soon. All of our preparations are now in place here and we have only to await your arrival.
Mother was quite insistent that Titan and I both visit the tailors for new clothing. You would have thought she had asked him to create an entirely new lake by digging it out with a spoon for all the fuss he made, but in the end he conceded.
I must admit he is quite dashing in his newly tailored robes, but then his form has always been finer than my own.
I fear I shall not have the opportunity to write again before your arrival so I hope this finds you well and that you know I am thinking of you on your journey. I want to hear about everything you did not have time to write down in your previous letters during your visit here!