It has been long, too long since I worked at parchment nor silk for someone. So long since I haven even thought for it. I thought ..when I started, that I would not remember the delicate play, that my fingers would not be sure, nor steady...that I would have forgotten the twists, the folds...that I had lost the art....But as I sat and worked, my mind concentrating upon my task as I spoke words..neither here nor there, nothing of import..just words to stop me worrying over the task at hand...it just came.

I cannot explain why, I do not know what possessed me to even have the want to make the form, but the idea popped into my head and it had never seemed more ...right. I do not have much, no talent to speak of, I cannot sing nor play, I have not the soul of a poet nor the voice of an angel. I cannot twist the shadows nor inspire hearts. I am just a simple woman...but...

I can dance....and I can form parchment and silk to anything I set my mind to, when I try hard and have the notion. Aye..it has been long and no they are not masterpieces of art, not works to be treasured and kept...but they are mine, things that I have to gift...things I can put my mind to, ...things I can create instead of destroy.

Even now as I sit, my fingers ache...you do not feel it as you work, you do not even realise you strain the muscles...but it has been so long..and the last things I made were naught but simple flowers..this required much more of my attention.

Ahh perhaps it will not even be appreciated...my foolish little gift, it's not something of value ...but it's a simple gesture..and thats all I have.