Dear Asha
I have the same feeling about your letters; words have power in them. I remember back when Vincent wrote to me while he was with the Wardens, I already could feel my heartbeat accelerating just at the thought of reading his words.
If you had asked me yeards ago I would have told you that despite of missing Ferelden, my home was in Orlais. I was ready to start my life there but as you can imagine after what happened Val Royeaux was no longer a home for me. West Hills is small and cozy, it feels like I have come a full circle back to Honnleath in a way.
The stars are beautiful; whatever helps you will be wonderful. For me, lavender helps; my mother used to use lavender oil on her skin so when I lay down in a field it is as if my mother was hugging me, if that makes sense? Your stars are my lavender.
That would work for sure? Can’t pigeons be trained for that? I might ask my brother how do they send letters to the soldiers whenever they are out in the field.
I can’t send you cake but I have, as you can see, put a small tablet of chocolate in the envelope; is not as good as the real deal but hopefully it will be a nice dessert for the colder nights.
Write me as much as you wish and can, let my words caress and calm you as if I was singing a lullaby, nothing would make me happier. Take care my dear Asha and come back to us someday
With love
Rosie
I have the same feeling about your letters; words have power in them. I remember back when Vincent wrote to me while he was with the Wardens, I already could feel my heartbeat accelerating just at the thought of reading his words.
If you had asked me yeards ago I would have told you that despite of missing Ferelden, my home was in Orlais. I was ready to start my life there but as you can imagine after what happened Val Royeaux was no longer a home for me. West Hills is small and cozy, it feels like I have come a full circle back to Honnleath in a way.
The stars are beautiful; whatever helps you will be wonderful. For me, lavender helps; my mother used to use lavender oil on her skin so when I lay down in a field it is as if my mother was hugging me, if that makes sense? Your stars are my lavender.
That would work for sure? Can’t pigeons be trained for that? I might ask my brother how do they send letters to the soldiers whenever they are out in the field.
I can’t send you cake but I have, as you can see, put a small tablet of chocolate in the envelope; is not as good as the real deal but hopefully it will be a nice dessert for the colder nights.
Write me as much as you wish and can, let my words caress and calm you as if I was singing a lullaby, nothing would make me happier. Take care my dear Asha and come back to us someday
With love
Rosie
01-05-2025, 01:42 PM
