My dearest Rosealie and Lucie,
I have company here, I am in a friend's estate, of which, he has allowed me free reign of his library, but you know I spend a lot of my time in the garden watching the bees and keeping track of which flowers they go to the most. I think I've planted enough mint near the lavender here now, that the honey will produce a find tang that will compliment any cup of tea to the fullest. If the roads clear later than expected for me to travel that way, I will bring with me a crock of what I can harvest from the hives.
By the time I make it, Lucie should be old enough to have some as well, I believe. I've lost track of the time at this point. As to grief, I know we share that affliction together, and my own feels like a never ending bottomless pit of which I am hanging precariously on the edge of, I imagine, you must feel much the same. But I'm getting out of the bed, and I'm making sure to brush my hair and look presentable. I'm afraid I scared my friend with the state he found me in after I fled Orlais, so I don't blame him for not wanting to let me too far out of his sight at the moment.
I must admit, I've no sense of fashion either, but since it seems that the weather isn't allowing me to travel, I've enclosed the vest and ribbon here with this latest package. I don't have anything from home, I fled with a book I picked up and the clothes on my back, so the best I can manage is to continue with little bees on articles of clothing for us all. We'll see one another soon, I promise.
Oceans of love,
Ophelia
I have company here, I am in a friend's estate, of which, he has allowed me free reign of his library, but you know I spend a lot of my time in the garden watching the bees and keeping track of which flowers they go to the most. I think I've planted enough mint near the lavender here now, that the honey will produce a find tang that will compliment any cup of tea to the fullest. If the roads clear later than expected for me to travel that way, I will bring with me a crock of what I can harvest from the hives.
By the time I make it, Lucie should be old enough to have some as well, I believe. I've lost track of the time at this point. As to grief, I know we share that affliction together, and my own feels like a never ending bottomless pit of which I am hanging precariously on the edge of, I imagine, you must feel much the same. But I'm getting out of the bed, and I'm making sure to brush my hair and look presentable. I'm afraid I scared my friend with the state he found me in after I fled Orlais, so I don't blame him for not wanting to let me too far out of his sight at the moment.
I must admit, I've no sense of fashion either, but since it seems that the weather isn't allowing me to travel, I've enclosed the vest and ribbon here with this latest package. I don't have anything from home, I fled with a book I picked up and the clothes on my back, so the best I can manage is to continue with little bees on articles of clothing for us all. We'll see one another soon, I promise.
Oceans of love,
Ophelia
02-01-2025, 05:54 PM
