Oh my, so much has happened recently! I hardly know where to begin, so I will begin with what fills nearly my entire mind. My dearest sister Carria traveled much of Arda in search of myself, and has found me! I was sitting inside of the Inn of the Prancing Pony, reading one of my long healer's books in an attempt to learn more, and I kept feeling the sensation of eyes on me somewhere. I could not find the source, so I continued reading my dull book. A shadow fell across the pages, causing me to look up and behold a hooded young woman, dressed in full black. She spoke in a low, falsely gravelly voice, asking if I knew where the woman Ashwyneth was. I answered that I am she, and asked how I could be of assistance. Her eyes became tearful and she lowered the hood, expressing disbelief that she had truly found me. I asked her if I ought to know her, or if someone required medical care, entirely confused by the tears. She said she was my sister, but it sounded much to good to be true. I walked around the table to get a better look at her. It had been eight years since I had seen her, but she certainly resembled my younger sister. I could not believe it, however, as it sounded much too good to be true. I asked for proof, having one thing in mind. She gave it, by pulling the necklace I had left for her, out from her neckline and handing it to me after she'd taken it off. I took it and studied it to make sure it was as I thought, and promptly fell to the ground. I remember little of what happened, as I was in such an emotional state, but I do remember weeping into my hands, my mind wrapped around the past so thoroughly, that the future was a hazy swirl. I still hardly believed it was my sister before me, as I'd dreamed of such things happening before. But she immediately sank to her knees and embraced me, both of us causing a wet, weepy scene in the middle of the floor of the Pony. Master Taliom, being the kind man he is, came and inquired if all was well. My dear Carria told him to "bugger off". I replied to him kindly, of course, and attempted to excuse my sister's behavior. I told her she had not changed much, and she mentioned I hadn't either, aside from the fact I have more wrinkles. (I, being so foolish, immediately felt dread, before realizing she spoke in jest.) We then left the inn and began to walk, attempting to know each other after eight years. We laughed and we cried, feeling all emotions from eight years built up. It was so hard to live apart from my entire family and my homeland. Some days I could barely choke down my deep sorrow and live on. But now, my sister is back by my side, and I find myself thinking of Rohan more freely. I can hear someone speak in Rohirric without nearly losing my composure. Now, I can begin to live once more.~Ash
Oh, I nearly forgot. My beloved Dru is leaving. She leaves for Gondor in the near future. My hearts breaks at the thought of not seeing her, but I know she must do this. She clearly did not see me as a sister any longer, and left me long ago. But I will still miss her. I believe her traveling companion holds me in quite low esteem. I must sleep now. Goodnight
