His hand brushed the letter straight, seated in the heath he knew the disign to well. the first words giving the warning of what was coming. as his gaze continued over the page. it was clear, another child lost A beautifull light faiding. for a millanium old mali some thing he had to accept. but he cant help but remeber them all, reaching in to his bag he take out a piece of a violet crystal a reminecent of vikela. Mumbling softly. "My child, it was never your place to worry of who of us went first, meraly for you to live this life to the fullest. I will carry you as I carryed all of my children." Taking his sleave he raised it up the markings of anchient elvish had long been thinned out and reset names formed in to letters for other names. a compendium of a millanium. shifting and moving as the voilet crystal was broken down edging a new name amongst those who he was glad to have watched grow. and who he must accept have passed on. a singler mark on his arm standing out in violet. in a sea of azure blue.
Brushing over his arm he let out a sigh. " Run now my violet rabit, more awaits you out there then it ever did here." A tear struck the letter as he bring up his gloved hand to sweep up the moister from his own face smile formed on his lips. Still but a mali... thank you dear.