Year 822, Week 37, Delmara
My dearest Castien,
Your memory made me smile. I can picture you and Finn in the tower so clearly, though it is difficult to imagine Finn being quiet.
All of my fondest memories are covered in the dust of grief after the loss of my brother, but I shall try to sweep one off for you.
When I was eight years of age, I got Tidesick. A healer from the local apothecary gave me this awful concoction to aid in my recovery, but I refused to take it. My mother told my nanny to make me drink it. They held me down and plugged my nose until I was forced to open my mouth.
I know this does not sound like a happy story thus far, but I promise it becomes one!
Heron came to my room a while after I had taken the tincture and brought me my favorite dessert, even though my mother said I wasn’t to have any sweets.
Then he wrapped me up in blankets and helped me outside to sit beside the peonies while he read me a story from one of the adventure books in our library.
The next day, I was much improved. My mother told me it was the tincture, but I think it was Heron’s care for me. He always knew just what to do.
Thank you for encouraging me to share. Though it was difficult, it brought me joy to remember him.
Gratefully,
Wren