Corbeau sat by a candle to write out his letter, not because he wanted to be cool and edgy but rather because the lights had gone out. It seemed ridiculous to write letters in the time of calling over a flip phone, but they still held some value. At least, he hoped they did.

To my Dear Father,

Since mother has passed, I know it’s been more difficult for you to cope but I can assure you that Frederick and I are doing well here. I did however want to know if it’s hereditary to have consistent pain in one’s back? I’ve gone to doctors but no one can find anything really wrong. Please write back or call as soon as you get this.

Sincerely,

Corbeau Pendragon

He smiled a little as he finished it up and sealed it, then blew out the candle and let his eyes adjust for a moment before walking to his bed. Beau tried to give his back a bit of a rub but the pain was a bit too central to reach. He groaned a bit and climbed into his bed, wrapping himself in too many blankets. Beau sighed and curled up. The pain was gradually turning into a throbbing sort of pain. He just hoped it would finally be gone by morning. Beau fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. The dreams were a whirlwind of stories and memories in his head. He tossed and turned far too much for any good sleep.