"Your faces I paint behind closed eyes, t'keep them instilled within my mind. I lay here looking at the beautiful sky, but I know y'aren't doing the same as I. You're resting your heads in our cottage home, as I travel this journey feeling so alone. Night often awakes me with troubling terrors, I hope leaving you behind wasn't human error.
Dears I long t'be with y', it aches my heart, but I'll send y'sweet scents which with me, they are part. May they linger towards our home, help y'know I'm still at sea. Let these flowers leave scents that put your minds at ease."
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Flowers to Elowin
General FictionCador, drott to a group of Norse seafarers, disembarks on a journey with hope of stumbling upon flourishing terrain. He leaves behind a precious soul, one he yearns to see once more.
