To Fortenrus,

I long for your touch... Even when the night is silent with her
slumber... Save only, for the melody of your honey-mouthed rhyme, which
I may never entirely banish from my ears.


Let's paint soft memories together, with silvery scenes,
Of slow dances by nightfall, with Winter's poisonry,
Trembling hands, tender hearts and timid conversation,
Of sobriety fallen short, for the delicate horizon.

Think softly upon me, though I know I'm but young,
And give me a sweet note from your amorous tongue,
Let me dream as I sing to your words with no meaning,
Let me ache as I sleep:- A resignation to waiting.

Love, Astrid.


Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Khepary, in the year 129 MA.