Joshua,
I know not why I write you now, only that sleep has refused to grace me with her touch, and it has left my mind full of our last meeting. How I wish I had known of your existence all these years, to have had the hope of it fluttering within my chest instead of the weight of your loss. Though I know to want for such a thing is a waste, for I cannot ask time to give me back those years. But you are here now.
Miraculously.
I must admit I was unsure of what to make of your arrival, as sudden and unexpected as a blossoming meadow in the depths of winter. Mostly because I could not yet make sense of what it stirred within me, as though you had awoken embers long gone cold within my heart. Hope, again, yes. And relief that you had somehow survived such tragedy. Yet, beneath that, something else.
Who else, though, but the Phoenix, could bring fire to an ashen hearth? I thought I had known love, its touch gentle and secure, and I’ll admit now to a certain sense of guilt, Greagor forgive me, for allowing myself to want for more. I had thought you no more than a dream, a wish of memory, and as ever, life moved on and so must we all. So I did. But I am a fool, and now you keep me up at night, for I would have known you in any life. As I knew you the moment you walked into my tent. How I ache for a little more of your time, selfish though it may be. For us to speak of idle nothings as if the sun were not about to rise and call us once more to our duties.
Yet, duty exists for us both. It is enough that you still live, and in that, I take great comfort. Know that I am yours, an ally you may trust, my wings yours should you want for them.
Dion
Hello #phoenixflare nation, it's been a bit, hasn't it...
