My Dearest Toggle
It is Winterveil, but you would know that. Even after my time in Ironforge, I am still trying to get used to the idea of festivals and holidays. We never had those growing up in the Depths, but then we Riggers didn’t have a lot of things. Craggle says that I can stay at his house and go with his family to meet Father Winter. I think he is trying to keep me busy and it is just as well.
I survived that mission I told you I had a bad feeling about and many others. But that feeling never went away. Things did not go well in on my last job on Southern Kalmindor. I nearly died in the desert and now have a patch over my left eye. The healers at the Cathedral of Light said I have to keep it on for a long time. They are not sure yet if I can ever see out of it right again, but they are hopeful. Well, they are the healers.
While I am healing up, I have started to learn to read and write my letters in classes with the children at the orphanage. I am staying here because they want me close by and the ladies always need help with the orphans. I guess my experience taking care of the little Riggers has come in handy. Learning is hard, and I never was as clever as you. The children are nice to me and the older ones help me correct my spelling. It took five times to write this so it is almost right, but I am proud that I did it. Think of this as my Winterveil present to you. I always wanted you to be proud of me and I hope that you are.
I so love you and miss you. As always,
Letters left at a Stone #7
by Rusteah Sparksoot on Jul 14, 2014 at 06:54 PM}