[ This is going up a little preemptively so I can be sure it's done before I go. ]

( Addressed to Luke Skywalker. )

For the past month - perhaps even more - the Deepmoor's Lady has been positively reclusive in her nature. Dedicating herself to Amunet's recovery has been in and of itself something of an intense experience as it will no doubt continue to be, and yet it would never cross her mind not to have begun, not to see it through. She spends her evenings by ( Read more... )

( To Arlen Arkenstone. )

A day or so after Nuada leaves the castle with his riders - heads bent together until he left, she let herself be drawn away from her work and did not worry for him, not a bit - and late in the evening with the candles burning low and the moon heavy in her window where she refuses to let her maid close the drapes, Nuala finally sits down with her ( Read more... )