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Luna sent a letter to Ivar’s workplace that read:
“Dear Ivar,
I know we’ve only known each other for a few short months, but I have some news that I’d like to share with you. It’s a personal matter that I won’t put into writing. If you’ve time, please swing by.”
She had a feeling that he would come, but she didn’t know when. She tried to make it sound urgent, but not so urgent that it warranted immediate attention. She had time before her plans moved forwards, after all. He was about one of two people she intended to write to, and the other was one she wouldn’t write to until later. She didn’t want them to show up when she was in this state. Her letter to that person would be more of an explanation more than anything. No, there was only one person she wanted to see right now.
Luna was not in a happy state of mind at the time. She was frustrated and sad. She had such high hopes for starting a life in Radenor but things just weren’t going the way she’d planned. All she’d accomplished was having a lot of sex. She’d earned a good amount of money, but it wasn’t like she had made any progress in life. She was more or less the same woman she was when she came to this city. This wasn’t the life she’d wanted, nor the one she thought she’d have here. She wanted very much to leave.
Luna looked around at her stuff. Most of it was already packed up into neat piles. Some of it would have to be sold with the home, but things like her clothes and longbow were obviously going to be coming with her.