Ayneth writes home This letter is sent just before the Feast of Timoine and will arrive in Valdis sometime before the Feast of Anshen. Alysei Ayneth astin Velain to Alysei Athal astin Velain, king of Valdyas, and Ravei Raisse astin Brun, queen of Valdyas. Dear brother and sister, You will…

This will arrive soon after Athal returns to Valdis. Kept it in the “taking the fort” category because it’s a natural consequence of those events. Alysei Ayneth astin Velain, in Aumen Síth, to Alysei Athal astin Velain, king of Valdyas, in Valdis. Dear brother, I’m confident that letters travel faster…

Last installment, because we’ve left Raith and Ayneth in Solay to mind their own business while Athal goes home to his family and kingdom, in that order of importance. I’d thought the journey to the fort would take days, but it was more like weeks; making camp in the evening…

A short one this time because much of what happened is, in Ayneth’s words, “all in a big pile that I’ll have to sort out when I’m not so busy.” In the morning I found Surtaunu crying, and he didn’t have words for what distressed him but took me to…

I hope she knows what she’s doing… Raith and Athal seem to think it’s normal. Either that, or they both know from experience that they can’t stop her when she’s that way. When we woke up we were alone in the bed again –after various people had joined us in…

She’s very happy: close to Raith and getting every opportunity to do the work she’s good at. And even if she were unhappy, my other half points out, she’d be too busy to notice and/or surrounded by too many people to give herself the chance to mope. I still don’t…

It’s a good thing that Ayneth is a practical and proactive person, because things are really happening now. We woke up because the baby was crying. Hungry, of course. The two boys had somehow ended up between us, and the bed was completely wet– obvious, because we were all naked,…

So here I am in Solay — have to learn to call it Aumen Síth, easy enough when I’m trying to speak Síthi but I can’t write Síthi yet — writing on the strange paper they have here, Raith says made of reeds. When I tried and failed to write…