Lara

My dearest Cassia,

I walked past the training yard yesterday. Two young futas were sparring. One pinned the other. The one on bottom laughed and yielded easily. No fear. Just play. I wondered if you've found anyone to play with. Not the serious duels. The soft ones. The ones where you learn trust. Antonia's mother says her daughter writes of you with "great enthusiasm." Her words. Not mine.

Love,
Lara