The plains were always beautiful.
Mother was a beauty to behold as well.
My heart is weary.
I am young but I feel very old as if the tables of time have taken it's toll on me.
The pain I have had it is almost as if an old woman would have seen this much.
I still recall the sweet moments of my childhood.
Playing in the garden or listening to the stories Mother had told me of Elves.
Odd for a woman of the Mark yes, but she had traveled often.
Goodbye, world I once knew.
