SpringtimeIn the briefest moments of repriseMy mind drifts back and forth,Imagining the springtimePicturing it in your court.The sun mild on your skinWhile the breeze moves through hair;To be as bold as natureTouching elegance so fair.As the sun I would surround youIn a loving warm embrace,Caress your skin with kissesAll around your perfect face.If I were like the windI would dance around your curlsBrushing gently 'cross your featuresAnd then watch them as they twirl.From the earth I would sprout flowersDelicate and soft like lace,Nothing less could hope to rivalYour sheer radiance and grace.All others would be jealousJust to witness such a thing -Your beauty only heightenedBy the elements of spring.
Quince's JournalEntry 1There are a growing number of refugees entering the Vale. When I last went out to Melasted they seemed to be outnumbering the locals there. It's a little worrying. Their resources at this rate could start to run low. That isn't good for anyone, trade in the entire Vale could go down. They need some help. Their daughter is of age now. Perhaps our marriage will be enough incentive to open up more relations between our houses. Who knows? Their people may even fit in well in the forests. Only time will tell.Entry 2Everything is set. Her parents were more than compliant. At first her mother was a little unsure but it did not take much persuasion to see her come around. Valerie has grown very beautiful. She may not be an Elf, but her heart is pure. She will make a good wife. I am certain she will enjoy the forests. They may be further away from the sea but Melora live
Valerie's JournalEntry 1Things are beginning to become a little frightening. What if the war spreads and consumes the Vale too? Father says that won't happen. I hope he's right.He also sent me Quince's regards. Than man is nothing if not persistent. In two years he'll own my life, I wish he would stop trying to speed up the process. Mother says he's just trying to be kind, but I think he's reminding me I'm spoken for, perhaps jealous of the time I've spent with the refugees. I suppose he isn't a bad man, in fact he is a very good one. I hope I'll be happy with him... I don't know.Maybe I'm not trying hard enough.Entry 2Uncle had to go back to the South today; I hate it when he goes there. He puts himself in so much danger. I guess that makes him some sort of hero. The refugees certainly seem to think so. Father says that my brothers and I shouldn't spend so much time with them, but they do tell the best sto