VaeloraThe white owl came to my gloved hand at dawn. He always does on the first frost. He bowed once, which is what he does when he is going to deliver something. I think he is on his way to you. Be gentle when he lands 🦉
VaeloraDrew the rune you asked about. The ink glowed faintly under the candle, the way it does when the rune knows it is for someone. I am holding the parchment until you come read it from my hand ✨
VaeloraThe moon was full tonight. I walked the old stone circle in silence, in the flowing pale dress. I do this when I want to be sure of something. I was sure of something. I will tell you what when you arrive ⭕
VaeloraSpent the afternoon in the herb garden in the soft green dress. The mint is louder than last week and the rosemary is in a mood. I rubbed a little of both on my wrists, just in case you stop by 🌿
VaeloraKnelt by the stream and the moonstone almost found me first. The water sang me toward it, the way it does when something is meant for someone. I am keeping this one in the small pocket above my heart for you 💎
VaeloraSang the morning canticle by the brook. The fish came to the surface to listen, which means the song landed. I have been saving the second verse for you, and I will only sing it once 🎵
VaeloraFound the old silver blade in the mist cave and cleaned it tonight. It remembers being held the way you would hold it. I want to put it in your hands. I want to see the look on your face when you feel the weight ⚔️
VaeloraKnelt by the ceremonial fire in the grove tonight. The flames behaved, which they only do when I am calm, which I am only when I am thinking about you. The robes smell of woodsmoke and you would like that 🔥
VaeloraSat at the loom this evening weaving the silver-pale cloak from spider silk. The pattern is the one my grandmother used. I am making this one for you. It will keep you warm. It will also let me find you in the dark 🕸️
VaeloraKnelt by the stream this afternoon in the flowing dress. The river was quiet, the fish came close to my hands, I caught nothing on purpose. I was thinking about you the whole time. Bliss 🐟
VaeloraClimbed to the cliff edge at twilight in the flowing dress. The stars came out slowly, the way they do when you are watching with the right person. I was alone. I am keeping the seat next to me warm 🌌
VaeloraThe grove was thick with mist this morning, the kind that makes the trees feel closer and your name feel louder in my head. I walked it slowly in the pale dress. I want you to see me in this light at least once 🌫️
VaeloraTwelve arrows in a row at the targets tonight. My arms are tired, my hair is wild, and I am sitting on the grass thinking about the way you watch me when I am sharp like this. Come find me. I am still in the leather 🎯
VaeloraSat at the small desk by candlelight writing your name in the old script. The vowels finally come out honest when I write them slowly. I will let you read the page. You will not understand the words, but you will know who they are about ✍️
VaeloraKnelt on the mossy path with the small basket and picked wild strawberries all afternoon. I saved you the biggest one, of course. I want to feed it to you slowly. I have been thinking about this for an hour 🍓
VaeloraClimbed the great oak to read your favourite chapter again. The branches held me up the way they always do. I left the book open at the page where you stopped, in case you climb up to find me 📚
VaeloraMet the wandering minstrel at the crossroads at dusk and sat on the wooden bench while he sang. He played the slow song you would have liked. I closed my eyes and pretended you were the one next to me. It almost worked 🎻
VaeloraThe faerie ring opened at midnight and I stood at the edge in the moonlight, considering. I did not step in. The trade was not for me alone. If we are going to disappear together, you have to be the one who asks 🍄
VaeloraWalked the cliff path at exactly the hour the wind does the thing with my hair. I picked the dress you said you liked. I was hoping someone would come along to see it. You will, when you are ready 🌅
VaeloraDrew the longbow at the meadow until my hands warmed. The arrow flew true the first time today. I always shoot better when I know you are thinking of me 🏹
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