1. Small beginnings

Ah, Jamar.

Ahmar Jamar. Red truly is your colour, as it is mine. Derny has brought me a parcel of clothing from the tailor of fine makery, a fine red and black tunic to keep you warm from cold, but she has also given me another gift, of insight. She has made me see things more clearly, a way with words both your aunts share. They clarify many things that I cloud with pride or thoughts of the past.

But this time it was different.. You are now who I will look to when I ask myself as to what is the future. The reason of why I still tread these lands. This will show me that I must be a shield for you against those who seek harm and provide warmth to those you will seek to hold dear. 

I will make you a sash, like my mother made me one. I am not your mother, no, I truly realize.. I can already tell Silver would make a remark on this.. However, I will drape you into the proud culture of the Haradrim, I will carve you your javelin, teach you the ropes so that you may do so later with your own children. 

It still lingers on my mind how I will tell you of your mother, or who she is. I think and think but I can not find an answer on it.. I am not proud of it, but I have had many. Unlike others may say, I truly only find myself in their comforts to forget the troubles and attempt to find sleep.. I hope one day your mother will come for your sake and present herself, trying to reclaim her role she threw away, but should you want to forgive her?

I leave all those choices up to you until such times present themselves.