I hope this letter finds you well. As I promised, I'm writing to tell you that I arrived in Solitude safely. The sea voyage was a rocky one, to say the least. I spent half of the voyage lying in my bunk, praying that I would not throw up, and the other half hanging over the railing, being sick. It seems that, like you, I am not built for sea voyages.
But here I am, in Solitude and ready to begin my training at the Bard's College. The people of Solitude are....well, huffy, to say the least, but I'm getting used to it. At first I thought maybe they treated me badly because of the way I was dressed - they dress so differently here, Ma - so I did a little shopping with the septim you gave me. I know you frown upon such frivolities but really, if I'm going to be a bard, I need to look the part, right?
The people at the Bard's College seem nice. I met up Giraud Gemane, who introduced me to the headmaster, Viarmo. He was very nice and gracious. They asked me to sing, which I did. (I sang that haunting sea ballad that Pa taught me last year, the one that always sends chills down your spine.) At the end, I was surprised to see a smile on Viarmo's stern face. "You see what I mean?" Germane asked, "She's a natural."
So, I'm now an official student at the Bard's College. Classes begin soon. Until then, I'm staying at the town's inn. Don't worry - it's nothing like the old pub back at home. The rooms are comfortable and clean, the bed is warm, and the owner makes the most delicious bread.
I should go. It is getting late and I am having a hard time keeping my eyes open. All my love to you, Pa, and little Stevie.
Love,
Patrycia
P.S. - Please don't worry about me, Ma. I'll be fine.
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