The falcon perched patiently on the branch outside the window to Elessaria's bedroom. She had spent the last few weeks training the gray kestrel to serve as a messenger between her and Connar; or so the empath hoped. The elfess highly doubted her magicks would work similarly in his world — if at all. Thus, she had worked tirelessly to teach the bird of prey how to search for the missive's recipient and to wait for a possible reply. The task had been much easier in the past when she could rely solely on her magic to instruct a dove to deliver a letter for her. However, the empath believed a small falcon would be much more suitable, knowing a little of the various predicaments within which her betrothed often found himself embroiled.

The ivory parchment upon which her elegant script flowed was nearly translucent; it was as thin as she could make it to lighten the bird's burden as much a possible. The quill grasped in delicate fingers floated from one word to the next as Eless wrote:

My Dearest Connar,

Since thou dost nay believe in luck, I am attempting to correspond with thee in hopes this feisty little falcon will find thee and share my missive. He hath been trained to wait for a reply shouldest thou be able to send one.

Winter doth fade in RhyDin, leaving behind its usual mud and muck. I cannot wait 'til it is warm enough for me to go once more without shoes. It doth appear that the draining of Evandar hath ceased — at least for now. 'Twas opportune timing for it allowed me to re-open la parfumerie for the Saint's holiday which was extremely busy since it also coincided with Fashion Week in RhyDin. I crafted a limited edition fragrance called Papillon Ephemere from which all proceeds have gone to charity. 'Twas a fun and successful venture. One of the charities that will receive funding is in memory of our dear Jewell.

I also made a guest appearance for a rising new fashion designer here in RhyDin. I was terrified to walk down the runway and was much relieved that I only had to do so once. 'Tis nay a surprise that I was the shortest model there. After that, there was a Valentine's gala which I attended. 'Twas nice a very pleasant evening spent with friends; yet, I must admit it had made me miss thee all the more. I continue to pray for thy safety and wonder oft what thou art doing.

On the Spring Equinox, I will make my yearly pilgrimage to Evandar. I have been storing my resources for the journey through the portal and whatever work that doth await me on the otherside. I have debated for many days with myself whether or nay to share this, and I finally decided that thou shouldest know. The portal is keyed magically to permit only two auras to pass freely: mine and thine. 'Tis located upon the third floor of my building at the far end of the work out area. Since thou art the most familiar with traversing portals of those I trust, I selected thee when I created it a year ago.

Mon bien aime, know that I love thee and believe in thee. My heart is with thee wherever thou dost travel and on the rare times thou dost sleep, know that I search to meet thee in my dreams.

Toujours, ~Eless

After signing with a flourish, the diminutive elf set the quill down and rolled the parchment tightly, tying it with a blue and gold ribbon which she then secured to the kestrel's leg, after obtaining the messenger's permission. Her fingertip delicately stroked the bird's crest and she whispered with her arm outstretched, "Vole....vole ton voyage..."

Whether or not the falcon would find Connar or not, only time would tell.