Aetolian Game News
Written by: Curator Eowyn
Date: Friday, March 9th, 2018
Addressed to: Everyone
You didn't even let me say farewell.
You left without even a whisper, a note, something.
It stings. So soon after the other events, it stings.
So, I sit here. Thinking of how to remember you.
And there it is. Obvious and there all along.
The bracelet. The one from happier days.
It suffices. A matching one to yours so that I don't forget.
We may never speak again, but know you will be missed.
Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 17th of Variach, in the year 472 MA.