To My Sinold . . from the "Worst Wife Ever"

[Halethala]

((A little mix of RP and RT, seasoned with a little mush!)) ;D

Longsuffering husband of mine . . what use is a wife who fritters away endless hours sequestered in seclusion . . I do hope there be forgiveness extended, for e'en when I too often seem dead to the world, my heart still beats with you in the center of it . .

Happy Valentine's Day, Sinold . . *wraps him in her insanely intricate handiwork, each stitch with him in mind. . .*

[Sinold Bragasson]

( What a wonderful quilt! Just breathtaking.... and so real!)He had gone out to hunt, to bring his mind from such mundane things as to who shot Lord Thorgrimm to something much more important … to bring home a nice present for his lovely wife Letha.

He hunted for three days, alone, with bow and arrow, axe and sword, and what he brought home was quite remarkable. It was hard work but eventually he had bagged a bear and a red deer, and had fashioned a necklace out of the bear’s and deer’s teeth. Strung together with stones of Onyx from some exotics trader…

When he had come home, he, too, secluded himself and fashioned his offerings, then made his way to his home where a marvel of a bed spread awaited him. Oh, and Sinold knew just what to do – divesting himself from all his clothes, the Norse found his way underneath the blanket Letha had fashioned for them, and in a small wooden box laid his gift onto the pillow for Letha to find when she would come home for some rest:



Then he waited, having readied two mugs with the best wine he could find in the Windstorm cellars, longing for the evening and night to rejoin their hearts and lives once again as two people whose lives had become one!