Forochel.

Rhoana burst out of the hut and broke into a swift run. She paid little attention to the villagers escaping their homes after the dying of the storm and ran toward the village’s great lodge which housed the council’s elder.

-The writing is of crude form, words are portrayed briefly and abruptly-

It is time for me to go home.

I have lingered away from it for too long, and yet my search has proved of no worth.

Lahja is prepared to be wed, and I shall do my duty to her. As sister, as blood.

My family has put up with my excuses. May they welcome me once more.

Suri-Kyla shall await my return soon...I hope the road will be as clear as my mind has become.