Leonaess Dawnbinder

He's Gone - A Letter

There was many a thought that lurked in her mind some that invoked smiles to pass private and fleeting on her lips and others...well they brought on a stinging pain that left her hand coming to clutch at her breast until the moment passed. With conversations having been had, events that left her feeling as if something brilliant was now lost, something that truly was never her own to begin with. When such a notion weighed heavy on shoulders, to a little jar of salve, settled on the table did gaze travel towards from time to time - as if it served as a reminder.

Time. It  trickled by in agonizing miniscule grains, leaving the aura soother and warper of energy doing anything to keep her busy. Soon, the entirety of her island was explored and mapped out, restless limbs heaving what boxes she could and setting to rights the hodge podge collection of her life.

The arrival of the Kirin Tor messenger and the letter he bore was snatched, a little too excitedly and a sweet apologetic smile was flashed as she wandered up along the beach, eagerly pouring over the contents that did give her cause to smile, tender and affectionately endearing with a painting of pink to cheeks, an uplift in mood as the clouds lifted to reveal warmth.

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     Cassimir,

     You give your abilities far too little credit when it comes to the nourishment and upkeep of friendships. Those who are most trusted and the contacts you’ve managed to make see what those who come to love you see.  And if you continue to be absolutely baffled by such a prospect sticky with feelings, I’ll endeavor to remind you of it each day.

Be careful when unraveling the thread, dear heart, for you may find that the intention was just that - a ploy to get you excited before the spider springs down to find you messing with it’s webby trap. Again, I will remind you that should you need me most and find your strength waning, you’ve but to look at that hand of yours. I’m sure you need me to not explain the rest! Even with Lydira’s brief instructions, you were ever studious and know far more than -I- believe you let on.

You rascal.

My responses may become scattered as I travel to speak with Shaeliora, for she has never been one to respond to my letters. Why not face the wyrm in person? While I’m about traveling, it is my hope with the arrival of Faldrias, that upon my return there will be a bit more to my home and then I can really begin to plan - I’ve still a letter that needs to be written to that Doctor who I had mentioned, but I’m hesitant and it is a feeling which can not be conveyed in a letter. But you know me best, do you not?

We’ve stepped out of the dream and into a true account of reality for us both. I’m not a liar, even when I know my truths may cause others to hurt. And if you need a pinch to check yourself, I’ll gladly lend my fingers.

Still smiling and awaiting your return,

Leonaess

P.S.

You’ve done that poor creature a serious disservice by not giving it a name! Perhaps Adalea and I can come up with something rather fitting. "