Sverken

Vaalea stood at the edge of a steep cliff, naked. She smiled as she felt the cold wind swirling around her warm skin. She listened to the tales of the wind, inhaling it deeply through her nostrils, her arms laying calmly at her both sides. It was dark, but she could see the silhouette of the cliffs at the opposing side of the river. The day before she had sat there with Mauri, a fellow Lossoth, and noticed the cliff upon which she stood now. It was a cliff she had seen many times in her dreams, tall and steep.

 My return to Bree is nothing I would have ever expected. I don't know whether to revel in that, memorialize in the excitement and the turn of events that have fallen upon me--or leave. Goodness, there is certainly a part of me wanting to tuck my tail and flee. I am so overwhelmed I cannot sleep; my thoughts channel like the rivers I miss so awfully much. But my sense of wonder is resolute, and I have become attached.