love letters

On a fine, late autumn morning, Inayat woke to find the other side of the bed empty, Arenborn already awake and out of bed. However, beside the bed, is a flash of colour. 

Beloved,

This must be a short letter, I fear, for were I to expound in full upon how much I miss you and love you, poor Lintroval would never be able to get off the ground!  (And besides, Manadhlaer wanted to include a letter for Norli as well.)  We were very mature and reasonable, weren't we, with our mutual acknowledgment of the fact that our duty would often keep us apart?  I wonder if you find the reality as onerous as I do!