(Once spoken. Later remembered. Etched into the quiet places of her memory—never unread.) Elara, The day we wandered the market and laughed in the shadow of the Ashwood trees, I…

The tavern had grown still. Not empty- there were always travelers passing through the Ashwood Sky-but the noise of it no longer touched her. It moved around her like wind…

The Ashwood Sky tavern sat on the edge of the wilds; half-forgotten by kings, remembered only by those who sought refuge, or ruin. It was the kind of place where…

The first time Elara saw him, he was singing beneath the silver-bloomed trees of the Vale. His voice wove through the air like golden thread, wrapping around her in a…