Eaerthryll

 *Eaerthryll rests upon the bed, laying her back against a deep pile of soft duck down pillows, her knees drawn up to balance the red cloth journal against them, a small table to her right holding a silver inkwell and quill.  Opening the cover to a crisp new page, she dips the quill and begins to write...

* pauses to think, touching her lips with the deep blue feather before continuing

*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 compo