Homesick

Dear Corleeth,

Since leaving Elsever I have been a bit homesick.  I miss our gatherings as a family.  The cider is weak. The road is long and the weather cold. (and you know how much I love the cold).  And with darkness creeping upon us earlier these wintry evenings, its as if it portends Il Yannah’s epic stand.  Her light against the darkness.  A  beacon for others.  

It’s hard being away though I’m sure its no mutton roast being in Elsever either.  It’s been a few weeks since I’ve had the “special dreams” I don’t  know whether I am glad about that or disappointed.  It’s terrifying when they happen  and more so when they come true. But I’d probably be equally afraid if they did not come true.  (Ok, you can stop laughing and teasing me like I know you are even if I am not there to see you.)  Even I  admit to getting little heady there.

What I wouldn’t give for home cooked meals.   Bread, cured meats and dried nuts get old very fast. Few things provide as much comfort as the meals we all cooked together.  Even your incessant  teasing is a source of comfort (though you did not hear me say that and surely I must be possessed to write).   Egads, Il Yannah shine on.

Well, I should nod off.  I want to make it to the ledge of hills on the horizon which will require an early start.

In solidarity of silence,

Corgoth