~the dim light throughout the cottage shed intriguing shadows over her features....frowning as she has heard through the village "grapevine" that Tim has gone back to Ireland with his sister. Times were indeed changing, but didn't they always change? Sitting down to her desk, thoughtfully tucking a curl behind her ear as she unfurls a blank piece of parchment...sighing softly at how things change as she takes up her quill~
Tim,
Prae and I wish ye the best. I'm sorry we could nay be at the castle t'say farewells. The winds of change have been strong as of late and I'm sure ye new path will bring ye upon many new adventures. Stay well M'friend and the castle shall nay be quite the same without ye.
Our bests t'ye
Prae and Seren
~allowing the ink to dry then rolling the parchment up and securing it with a thin string....stepping out the cottage door just in time to catch one of the village errand boys....calling him over, directing him to pass the missive along the regular routing system...then placing a few coins in his palm~