She should have burned the letter. She wanted to. Instead, she sat down, examined the stamp that designated it a correspondence from the rich city of the Earth Kingdom, and flipped the letter over. It had been folded flat, a mark of someone who didn’t care about appearances. The Bei Fongs would have sealed a scroll in wax and placed it in a pompous messenger tube.
The back of the letter read:
From: Ty Lee
Ty Lee had written and rewritten the complex characters for Mai’s name three times. Each attempt was crossed out. Beside those attempts, she’d simply written the casual phonetic script for Mai’s name and then a frowning face and ‘sorry’ with an arrow pointing to the failed attempts. She couldn’t be too irritated about that; Ty Lee hadn’t even tried to write her own name’s symbols. Continue reading