Valanya, 43rd day of Lasse-lanta
The fading season is upon us once more.
The cobbles and flagstones of the terraces and parks of Forlond are dappled with red, brown and gold; often, the cool breeze blows in from the open waters of the Gulf of Lhun, and stirs the streets to life with the delightful sight of leaves, dancing and swirling like butterflies in the wind!
I am enjoying my new duties immensely! Tending to the tuition and edification of the younger Elves who train to become stalwart wardens of Lindon makes a refreshing change to the bookwork that has held my attention captive these last few Yéni. The curious and insatiable mind of the student is to me as a book of blank pages, each leaf waiting to be written upon; to be the scribe charged with setting pen upon those tender pages...is a great privilege and solemn responsibility.
I shall be careful to inscribe the greatest works I have ever penned upon these thirsty volumes!
