Isilya, Coirë 36,
Dear Father.
I have just returned to Duillond after a brief visit to Mithlond, searching, as ever, for Annachel.
Well, I found her. Rather, I discovered what has become of her. I spoke to some harbourmen and local sailors. It seems that she felt that the time was right to join you in The West. She booked passage and sailed twenty five days before I arived.
I...I have a hard time understanding why she didn't tell me that she felt The Call, or why she left in the manner she did. Why did she leave no word? Why the haste?
I have spent so long wondering, and searching that I do not know what to do with myself now that I have the answer. I am the last of our little family here on these shores, yet I feel no urge to sail to join you. This land is all that I have ever known, it is HOME. How could I leave?
How could you?
Duillond is a lovely place, though I suspect that I will end up wandering further eastwards for a while, do a little hunting to quell the shock of my discovery.
There is a lovely group of Edhel in Duillond, though, which slows my stride and urges me to return here. I met them only briefly, members of the Mithdirith, of the Loth-i-Lonnath, but I felt a certain kinship with them.
Perhaps it is simply that I have been wandering for so long, meeting very few of us. It was nice to spend an evening simply drinking and dancing with them. I hope to stumble across them again one day.
