With the albino raven Snowbird awaiting its mission, Eira wrote a letter in haste. She was unsure if Demlemoth would approve of her reaching out, and she had disappointed him enough recently. She wanted to write to her friend, tell herself that she was alright. Of course, she was the pinnacle of caution writing this short letter. Barely any details were given, and her location and name were left unknown.
It was the long, silent hour just before dawn. In a forest grove of Chetwood, where she came to welcome the new day and golden Anor, the Sun, with music of her song and with dance, golden-haired elven maiden noted the silence with puzzlement. How different these forests were from her green homeland... Over the centuries, she had seen many oaks grow from acorn to ruinous age, but this place seemed less wild, more tame, and she could not feel that aura of mystery in it that filled Mirkwood.