9th June, 1888
Dear Nimiane,
I had just been hoping to visit Irvingly in the next week - it's been a fair while since I have seen you, and besides that, I was rather keen to try my hand at fog-navigation - but according to the Prophet at breakfast today the fog is making people lose magic?
One might say the mystery is thickening just as fast as the fog! I am still tempted in part to come, if only to get away from my useless brothers and an Ireland that suddenly seems duller than ever, but that would probably be foolish. So! Instead: you must fill me in on everything that is happening in Irvingly, from your own perspective. Have you been out in it? Are the magical folk of Irvingly hapless without use of their wands? Have you stumbled across any more mysteries in the fog?
Otherwise, I hope you are well, and I am still hoping to
see you soon,
Porphyria
Porphyria
a sublime set by Lady! <3