Eira

On the bed, Eira cuddled close to Nimraph. He slept soundly as she buried her head in his chest, clenching his silk evening wear as she smiled. She had never felt so much joy in her life. She pulled her head up, uncurling her hand. On her finger dazzled a wonderful ring with a blue gem. Nimraph had proposed to her. Of course Eira had accepted.

[The writing is in Aduniac, some parts of the writing more sloppy than others. Written the morning before the attack.]

I have decided to keep a journal. Something I sit down to do. I would like to write books on lore someday, so I think writing a journal would be a good start. I am sitting in the library in my house with a cup of tea, going to leave for a shift at the Stag in a couple minutes.

With the albino raven Snowbird awaiting its mission, Eira wrote a letter in haste. She was unsure if Demlemoth would approve of her reaching out, and she had disappointed him enough recently. She wanted to write to her friend, tell herself that she was alright. Of course, she was the pinnacle of caution writing this short letter. Barely any details were given, and her location and name were left unknown.

Have you noticed

How the clouds seem to weep with the strong?

As if to show them

That their sorrowful spilling of tears are not wrong.

As you watch them

They often seem to silently bear,

​​​​​​With smile or laugh,

The attack.
The dangers to Nimraph.
Glandaron.
Survivor's guilt.
Monster's guilt.
Attack.
Nimraph.
Glandaron.
Guilt.
Egfor's hurt.
Attack.
Nimraph.
Mordor
Guilt.
Not worth it.
Attack.
Nimraph.
Ristiinna deserves better.
Not worth it.
Guilt.
Attack.
Angmar
Egfor-

Nmraph-

Guilt

Not w-
Guilt.