The days seem to go quickly, as I stay with Zandrianna and help her prepare for the birth of her child. She is amazing, calm and energetic at once, peaceful and nervous. One never knows her reaction from hour to hour, though even when she is fretting over things she is a joy to be around. I find her presence to be a balm for my battered spirits, lifting me where naught else has.
Between tending to my mother, and tending the gardens of flowers I've been lovingly growing, I find myself more and more able to relax and be at peace again. The turmoil of war and the constant demands they bring are more than I can bear right now. I'm afraid I shall seem less in the eyes of a certain captain, but the darkness has eaten away at me too long.
I find myself looking out sometimes, wondering where he is ... is he safe ... is someone looking out for him? I keep a hope in my heart that he remains hale and strong, and that one day he will return to me ... to us ... with tales of victory and triumph.
Until he does, I shall continue to bask in the radiance that is Zandrianna, and keep him safely in my heart.
