[She lowered her head, smiled, and curtsied. She'll keep that last part private.] ...Thank you.
[But now, the question. She folded her arms behind her back.]
And here, viewers, we've a rather lonesome heart: Happily wed, yet separated from their other half upon arriving here in Vaikuntha. A month like this can be quite difficult when surrounded by lavish displays of affection when one cannot express it themselves... and the impending threats we face make it no easier.
How does one cope?
[She took a breath, and smiled.]
...When I was on the run, afraid of myself when I was separated from my family, most nights were filled with terrible images playing over and over in my head. My eyes played tricks. I thought I'd turn and see them, but they would vanish like smoke on the wind. I always felt that I never had enough time with them, and that's time I'll never have.
But that didn't stop me from talking to them, in my own way.
[She pulled up the bench from the nearby piano and had a seat, neatly folding her hands before she opened them like a book in her lap.]
I bought a notebook. Blank pages. Whenever something happened, whenever I faced an amazing foe or had a lovely meal, anything that I would have loved to share with them... I'd write a "letter" to them. I'd write about my day and everything I experienced. I filled that notebook in no time flat, and began to fill others. Somewhere back home, I have over a dozen little books filled with years of my life, everything I'd seen, everywhere I'd been. I even put little drawings inside. It's my desire someday to revisit that world, and bury the books where I'd laid my family to rest.
But you...? You get to see him again! Oh, just imagine the stories you'll have for him when you get back! Write each and every one of those experiences, save them, cherish them, and you get to place those memories into his hands so that he gets to live them, too.
Also, goodness... certainly you have many stories to tell about him, and I'm a bard. I love stories! I'd dearly like to hear them sometime.
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[But now, the question. She folded her arms behind her back.]
And here, viewers, we've a rather lonesome heart: Happily wed, yet separated from their other half upon arriving here in Vaikuntha. A month like this can be quite difficult when surrounded by lavish displays of affection when one cannot express it themselves... and the impending threats we face make it no easier.
How does one cope?
[She took a breath, and smiled.]
...When I was on the run, afraid of myself when I was separated from my family, most nights were filled with terrible images playing over and over in my head. My eyes played tricks. I thought I'd turn and see them, but they would vanish like smoke on the wind. I always felt that I never had enough time with them, and that's time I'll never have.
But that didn't stop me from talking to them, in my own way.
[She pulled up the bench from the nearby piano and had a seat, neatly folding her hands before she opened them like a book in her lap.]
I bought a notebook. Blank pages. Whenever something happened, whenever I faced an amazing foe or had a lovely meal, anything that I would have loved to share with them... I'd write a "letter" to them. I'd write about my day and everything I experienced. I filled that notebook in no time flat, and began to fill others. Somewhere back home, I have over a dozen little books filled with years of my life, everything I'd seen, everywhere I'd been. I even put little drawings inside. It's my desire someday to revisit that world, and bury the books where I'd laid my family to rest.
But you...? You get to see him again! Oh, just imagine the stories you'll have for him when you get back! Write each and every one of those experiences, save them, cherish them, and you get to place those memories into his hands so that he gets to live them, too.
Also, goodness... certainly you have many stories to tell about him, and I'm a bard. I love stories! I'd dearly like to hear them sometime.