The book was crisp and clean, the pages showing no passage of time. I opened to the cover, as I had done so many times over that day. The script, clearly in a hand more used to weapon than quill, a slight pull of a letter here and there hinting at a pause for thought as the words drifted along the parchment. I read, my skin shuddered, my stomach tensed and my mind swirled, reeling through emotion to thought to confusion. I read words and re-read them until I had passed over every possible nuance, every possible conceivable meaning, then shook myself, discarded every thought and started over.
I should never have taken it, it served only to confuse me more I think. Where I was just lazily drifting through days with a smile, now my mind continuously returns to the words, or a touch or a...gah. As is wont with my life, I inevitably made a mistake, once he knew I had read I may as well be bold about my visit.
Birds, often I have shaped them, it's not a form I need to concentrate about concealing my three words for him. I figured I owed him that much, considering my blatant and audacious demand for his. It took me a long time to find just three I wanted to convey, it scares me to be too..open, and scares me to hold back too much, but I found three that were perfect and left them.

I havent seen Gareth in a few days, I am worried about him, I miss him..Amzer still hasnt spoken to me, not that I blame him in the least and Isaac...well..the gods only know where he has drifted to. I miss my sunshine, she never wakes anymore