I write to you in the utmost sorrow. Where have you gone? I believe the crimes of my race have offended you. Invaded your home, your birth right. Yet we fight so adamant for those same rights. Funny, isn't it?
But here I am, not in representation of my people, but as myself. A lone-minded wanderer in search of you, my dear Petrichor. If you shall have me, I will wander to you. Just tell me where you reside, and I shall set out for you in the morning light.