Report After Leaving Seabreeze Shoal

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Reference Number: BICI/SSP/CRJ0402/010

Title: Report After Leaving Seabreeze Shoal

Author: Fir

Date: Written approximately in the second month of year 5607 A.o.W.

Extent: One report, two pages long

Notes: Was originally found burnt nearly beyond recognition. A version has been recreated above.

To His Eternal Warmth, The Flame That Illuminates My Path Forward:

I love her, I love her, I LOVE HER! Oh, Warmth above and below, she is absolutely PERFECT! I loved her from the moment I set eyes on her. She is SO cute. She wears these adorable bows, a perfect match to her curly hair. I want to incorporate them into her future uniform. Those helmets are dreadful anyways. Ash has no sense of style. I won’t let him cover her beautiful head with one of his hideous helmets. 

Your magic is already influencing her. When I first saw her, her hair and eyes were both the softest shade of purple. Now, I see the first sparks of orange in her pupils, and that pretty lavender head of hair now has a few strands of blonde. I wonder how much of the original color will stay. Can You keep some? It makes her look so unique!

She’s much taller than her personality would suggest. Not as tall as me, but taller than average. Surprising, but delightful.

My original plan was to get her after I completed my other tasks, but oh… once I met her, she was just too cute. I couldn’t resist. I knew I wouldn’t stop thinking about her if I left. She takes direction so well. Her passion for You blazes so brightly. Completely, utterly perfect.

She must be sick of answering my questions by now, but I just can’t get enough of her! I want to learn everything about her. You already know all of this. Why would You have chosen her for me if You had not already known how dearly she would delight me? So when I write this, know that I am mostly writing this for my benefit. My joy is its own form of worship!

Her name is Spica. Unlike most of the villagers here, she wasn’t born in Seabreeze Shoal. Her parents were scholars at Scritta’s Hall (and oh, isn’t that amazing… just wait until Scritta finds out! She’ll be INCENSED), where Spica was born. I asked her for her parents’ names, but I didn’t recognize either of them. I never cared much about Scritta’s scholars. They were all the same to me. Noses stuck in books, writing papers that were never half as interesting as Scritta’s original thesis. Really, I don’t understand why You don’t send their teetering Hall crumbling off the cliffside and into the ocean. All they do is trap my poor Embers in their silly little halls of repeating nonsense.

But enough about Scritta. More about Spica! Spica’s mother died when she was young. Her father abandoned the Hall, knowing that he couldn’t continue his studies and care for his young daughter at the same time. Smart man.

I met him briefly. My priority was, of course, spending time with Spica, but I didn’t miss the spark of recognition in his eyes when he said hello. I know shock and awe all too well, and he wore them both. Ha! 

Do you know what’s funny? Spica clearly doesn’t recognize me. Even now, she has no idea who I am. I told her father to keep it a secret from her, at least for a little while. She’ll learn soon enough. Until then, I want to keep this feeling for as long as possible.

Anyways, Spica mentioned that she’d like to visit the Hall one day. She was delighted when I told her that we definitely would. I told her not to be so excited. Embers are wasted at the Hall. Spica needs to see what it’s like at least once.

What else did I learn… I learned that Spica has wanted to be an Undying Ember ever since she was a little girl. She was inspired by the merchants that come to her village twice a month to trade goods. There was a couple that inspired her and her friend. They wanted to be just like that merchant and her Ember.

She told me the Ember’s name. Malva… I’ll have to check on her when I get a chance. I need to make sure she’s a good enough influence for my Spica. 

Spica’s little friend is the lighthouse keeper. I don’t remember much of Seabreeze Shoal’s history, but I’ve heard of the lighthouse keepers. The only things that set Seabreeze Shoal apart from the other dingy little fishing villages are that family’s legend, and the surprisingly lovely jewelry they make.

(I convinced a few of the villagers to let me peruse their wares early! I found the most beautiful necklace. They can’t compare to Your artistry, of course, but they’re quaint.)

Ah, I wish I could have kept her mood higher. Now that we’re out of the village, she’s different. Her Spark is still here, but all the joy that came with it has died. 

I should have picked her up later…

Oh well. What’s done is done. The only thing we can do now is move forward. Spica is in her tent now. The poor thing is trying to sleep, but I can hear her tossing and turning. Could You send her a good dream? Let her rest easy? Once she’s with Ash, she won’t be able to rest for a long while.

You chose her, and I now see why. She’s going to be fantastic. She may not realize it, but I do. She’s going to blaze bright in the future. I know it.

-Fir