March 18th, 1890
Dove,
The rain pummels the windows as I write this; the first rainfall since our adventure.
I have thought of you often, realising that I cannot recall the last time I made such an unexpected friend. After our lesson with stick-and-parasol I was tempted to take up fencing as a hobby, but it would not seem right without you as a partner.
Once we parted ways, I recalled that I have met a relative of yours — Mr Robin Ashdown. I do not know if you are close, but I hope so, for you have much in common.
How does this letter find you? Have you been enjoying the sun? I can imagine you've been spending much of your day out in your forest, no doubt making friends with the wildlife.
Speaking of which — Virgil misses you.
Yours,
Arven
[tiny ink pawprint]
Robin Ashdown
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