Wa'ren,
I hope this letter finds you well. I received your letter, while Mesikath assures me brown dragons are the most stalwart and to not fuss, I will of course worry for my father. I hope you, and those you hold dear, heal quickly. If you have need of anything, do not hesitate to send word. I will send pastries tied to Little Miss if I must, that is a threat.
If you are bundled and healing, I feel you need gossip to speed your recovery. The newest clutch is taller by the day - a fun little bunch! Our wings will be stronger before we know it. Ezyzu grows like one of my sheep in spring. How lovely! I will wager they were a flight child, as if her and X'ael aren't always doe eyed! Nonami is overjoyed to be an Aunt? Uncle? Whichever. I'm so pleased to be an Uncle. This child will be so loved. I'm already crafting stuffed toys from fleece.
Sometimes, I think I would not be the worst father, myself. Other times, I think I would be too terrified to be any good.
The hour here grows late. Chasing herdbeast, wingdrills, and a stiff drink await me tomorrow. Mesikath sends his grumpy regards, as is his way.
With love,
B'jor
I hope this letter finds you well. I received your letter, while Mesikath assures me brown dragons are the most stalwart and to not fuss, I will of course worry for my father. I hope you, and those you hold dear, heal quickly. If you have need of anything, do not hesitate to send word. I will send pastries tied to Little Miss if I must, that is a threat.
If you are bundled and healing, I feel you need gossip to speed your recovery. The newest clutch is taller by the day - a fun little bunch! Our wings will be stronger before we know it. Ezyzu grows like one of my sheep in spring. How lovely! I will wager they were a flight child, as if her and X'ael aren't always doe eyed! Nonami is overjoyed to be an Aunt? Uncle? Whichever. I'm so pleased to be an Uncle. This child will be so loved. I'm already crafting stuffed toys from fleece.
Sometimes, I think I would not be the worst father, myself. Other times, I think I would be too terrified to be any good.
The hour here grows late. Chasing herdbeast, wingdrills, and a stiff drink await me tomorrow. Mesikath sends his grumpy regards, as is his way.
With love,
B'jor
Prism Shine