Dear C.
I hope to offer you any comfort that might be found in mere letters, and am flattered greatly that you think that a life such as my modest existence might offer anything like comfort or happiness to another. I do not pretend to be good at easing a tortured soul, and I have never had experience in that capacity, my life, as I have been reasonably informed has been charmed in many regards. While I have lost my parents my life is my own, I have few to answer to and fewer still who would care.

But, I will tell you what you seek to know, and I hope it gives you the comfort you seek. I am a creature of the outdoors, my love is for plants and all things growing sustains me like sunlight and water sustains a flower. I take great pride and plesaure in coaking life from soil and cold clay. Although while my endeavours are all beautiful, for all things that come from the earth are, in their own way things of beauty, I hope to provide utility through the endeavours. I breed and create plants that can be used in potions and alchemical works, or that are useful in the arts of healing. There are limited ways in this life that a woman might take pride in the labour of her hands, but in my plants I find myself fulfilled in that regard.

What is it you take pride in sir? For I can tell by your writing that there must be something in which you take personal pleasure in the midst of so much darkness.

Miss B

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Lady is a wonder