Silence. Night.
The drapes are swaying calmly in the wind, the room is cool and hazy, Utu's breathing snuvels
... ah... I can't sleep
…
Oh, how I miss those sounds, ice cracking, wind blowing, the cold biting my toes despite all the woolen stockings
And the scent the smoke left to my clothes, to my hair
And I miss that feeling of being utterly free, waking up in a place where there is nothing familiar, nothing ordinary, only possibilities for new discoveries
… …
… And still, tomorrow is but a new day, and we will visit Am, and find out if she can help that poor, speechless elven lady. Ah, that could take away this longing
