A parchment of unkown orgins flutters to the earth, settling soundlessly on the icy earth. Closer examination reveals a message, scrawled in familiar script. |._+¤~¤+_.|
Greeting all, dear ones. Some of you may remember me, remember us, but, if you do not, we do not blame you. We left, suddenly, and without warning, for urgent buisness has come up, and taken us away from our homes. While we can spend no more than fleeting hours here at a time, we will be back whenever we can, of that I am sure. Whoever finds this letter, and the others attached to it, please be so kind as to get them to their recipiants. Anticipate our visit.
-Oceans Moon
A smaller note peeks from behind the first, in the same elegant script as the first.
Common Sense: My friend, my I have missed your face. I hear that your son, Redemption has left the dragonlands, and of this I am sorry... Your son, Sirius, is in good hands; as good hands as he may be in, outside our lands. The outside world is no place for a dracling. I visit him occasionally, teaching him of our kind, and of our ways; there is nothing he is lacking for. Someday, he may return to you...
Another paper, in a more masculine hand, is to be seen.
My dearest Flecks: Ah, how good it will be to be back, to see you again. I cannot stay permanently, but rest assured that I love you. In my long absence, one fact I have realized... I do not deserve you. My mind may turn to other thoughts, when you've found one that will always be by your side, where I have failed most miserably, my deepest heart will forever be in your possesion, and do with it what you may. Do you remember when we first met? You were playing in the clouds... and I thought you were an angel. I doubt I will ever forget that moment. Yours, Storm.
One last message is there to be read.
Golden Saber- We had barely a chance to meet, before I left, but I was sure that I loved you, if you can be sure of what love is. If only we'd had more time... I would love to see you once more, when I return, and I hope you feel the same. Love, Riven.
One last paper flutters down from the sky, a bit less gracefull than the others.
Thought you'd send this off without me, wouldn't you, Auntie? Well, we'll see about that. Mother, Father, and all my siblings whom I barely got to know, I miss all of you terribly, and long to see your smiling faces again... I do not have much time to write, as I, unlike the others, are actually preparing for my return. Much love, Fernblade