"Some things are best left forgotten... and some are better to remember." Tingruviel sighs, sitting by her desk, leaning on her elbow whilst writing in her journal. "The past month has been frightening for all who are involved. And to think that a letter I wrote would cause such havoc amongst two kins... is disturbing to say the least." Tingruviel raises her head, peering through the open window onto the yard where Uthaer is sitting on a bench alongside his dear sister Lennien, playing music.
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'Rainith'
