*Eaerthryll sits infront of the fire within the bedroom, another restless night, another infusion of herbs in warm water to aid her to sleep. Crumpled bits of used, scratched out parchment lay at her feet, a thin wooden writing surface upon her lap, cradeling a silver inkwell and fine quill. Looking back toward the bed she watches the sleeping figure of her love, his chest rising and falling slowly as he smiles in his slumber. Pausing at the sight, she takes a deep breath before making her next attempt at composing a letter..
*Blows gently upon the glistening ink, reading over the letter with bleary eyes. Then lowering the writing surface quietly to the floor she then makes her way to the bed, climbing carefully beside him to lay her head upon the cool, deep feather pillow. Snuggling close to his warm form she whispers her love in the darkness before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.
