To: High Prince Altair
From: Prince Whelan of the Realm of Waters
As you might imagine, a Prince of the Waters has little reason or occasion to visit the desert. We have, upon occasion and on the request of the Plains Elves, provided rains when they have gone too long without, but otherwise, we rarely stray into the sands.
If I am honest, its vastness and dryness makes me uncomfortable. I can look out onto the rolling seas for hours from the sandy shores of the Peaceful Cove, but when there is only sand for as far as the eye can see, I find it almost crushing.
I suppose I am a Water Elf to the core in that way.
You mentioned viewing everything from afar. Do you not ever sneak away from the Palace of Night for you own adventures and exploration?
I confess I have often escaped from the Watery Keep when I find it particularly oppressive and when I wish to forget that I am a prince born to be responsible for all time, if only for a little while.
It is healthy, and if you have not, I implore and encourage you to try it.
What did I scratch out? Nothing. I simply made a mistake and scratched out the mistake as one does.
I know it may be some time before you are able to write, but I very much look forward to your next letter. Perhaps, when everything is settled we can dine once more at the Palace of Night, or you would be welcome here.
Write to me when you can, and in the meantime, be well, Altair.