A Greetings from Ireland.

[Irish Messenger Boy]

A distinctive Irish boy makes his way into the castle, he finds some safe hands to deliver a scroll, that looks fit for Royalty, to be placed in. Along with the scroll is a medium sized package that has the initials of the Lady Princess's name scrolled across it.

Once the scroll is delievered, the boy leaves the castle, happily, whistling a cute little Irish tune.

The scroll adressed to all of Windstorm is left for all to read and enjoy.




Next to the scroll lay the package that was mentioned in the letter, when opened, a beautiful irish silken gown can be seen.

[Curious]

(*wonders in which room or RP place these two are playing nowadays*....Good to hear you both are doing well! Take care!

[Dream Loxley]

(( I believe both are simply taking some time away from role playing, and hope to see both characters again very soon. . I adore the Av!))

*She smiled when she saw the package, daring to wonder at its contents and knowing if it was indeed from Siya, or her Father, then it would be something very special for Edfeil to wear.

Instinctively she let her fingers glide over the parchment, taking in each word and nodding as she understood. She missed them both, more than she had realised, but to hear they were together and seemingly well....... that was all she needed to know.

Christmas would not be the same without them, indeed, every year times were different, guests and residents would come and go, but always a little of them remained within the heart of the Castle.

A soft smile, a gentle sigh......she turned from the message board, tears stung and threatened to fall, she breathed deeply and kept them within her eyes. All would be as it should be, they were safe, and would never be so far away that either would be forgotten.*

[Lady Edfeil]

*She had not cried when she had read the letter. 't had been a close call and she and the lady Dream had but stared at eachother in happy relief to hear of the safety of those so dear to their hearts. She missed them, oh Good Lord, she did miss them, but to know they were safe and well had been the greatest gift of all. And then there had been another gift.
She'ld debated with the chatelaine on that... iffen 't was a christmas gift, she should nae open 't before the birth of Our Saviour. But there was nothing there that said it was a christmas gift.
In the end, she did nae manage to resist, and with trembling fingers had opened the package, only to have her eyes fill with glimmering tears again. The greatest care she used to take up the magnificent gown from the paper, her fingers stroking the cloth, eyes looking at the cut. Oh aye... a gown worthy of a princess. Nearly had she said the words, afore she realised indeed 't was the title now that had been given to her. On impulse she had rushed to her room to immediately wear the magnificent creation, laughing at Lady Dream as she anounced that the guards now would have to be trebbled.