To my little adventurer, I hope you're doing well out there, wherever you are. No doubt stirring more trouble out on the sea. I've been thinking about a lot of things lately. I realized I was harsh on you and your brother, especially as you were starting to shed your first coats. Don't know if it was because I didn't want you kids to end up like me, or if I was scared of losing you both. I don't regret keeping you two with me one bit. Even if it wasn't very "Grimalkin" of me to do. Couldn't stand the thought of tossing you kittens out into the world to fend for yourselves. Deep down, I always wanted you and your brother to have what I never did- a choice in life. You chose the sea, and your brother chose the Capital. Unlike you, he visits me from time to time. Tells me all about the crazy crap you've been up to and asks if I've heard from you. I always tell him no. It's been so long that I'm forgetting what you smell like, what you sound like. If it weren't for your smug mug being plastered on the bounty posters all over town, I would've forgotten what you looked like, too. But I thought you'd be happy to know that I'm taking your advice and starting over somewhere else. Wherever you go, whatever you do, just know that your Ma always loves you. Keep those claws sharp! Love, Ma