--for the woman she'd met the night before had a sister, and surely, her sister would be willing to read a letter aloud. Wouldn't she?
Dear Isa,
I met you just last night. How is it like to not see things. I confess myself intreaked because sight to me is such a normal thing. I should wish you would not be affented by my questins. You have got such a distent gaze like you are looking through everything I imagine lots of people are put off by it but I am not, I always look at eyes you see, I watch lips and eyes all the time to better help me understand words if I do not know them.
Who is your sister? Is she taking care of you. I think if you have got your saucers and your bag and your stick then you are just fine but it is good to have a family.
There are unplessint sorts here in Myrken Wood. Be very safe and if you need anything I am just down the hallway. Where are you from. How did you get here? Did you come in a carridge.
Yours,
Glour'eya Wynsee
The letter was sealed by a dollop of gray candlewax and folded carefully at its creases. Smears of black sweat from the tips of her fingers darkened the parchment's edges. When she returned from the Inquisitory that evening, she found the blind woman's room and slipped the paper between two cracks in the boards of the door.