Who You Were Meant to Be from Mistress

My Heart,   How do I even begin? I ache for your comforting presence and tender touch. With you so far away and Doraal injured, I feel as untethered as a ship at sea, tossed by wind and wave. I've been so very afraid that you'd never recover all of your memory. I promised that as long as you were still you, we could fall in love all over again if we had to because a world where our hearts don't beat as one can never exist. As resolved as I was, I'm glad it was a needless worry.   When Master appeared before me,I thought I'd become lost in the realm of spirits and that he'd come to take me to the world beyond. 'Upsetting' doesn't begin to cover our reunion. In the end, in sobbed like a little girl… we'll, like a little girl, much less capable than the wonder that you were when we met.   But the woman you are now! Master showed me an illusion of you and your wings, even the music you play! My Heart, I feel like I've seen the you that you were destined to become. It's like someone painted the colors of your soul in the shape of wings. The things you shared… It's like I'm getting a letter from the best you, the one I remember from a century ago but more. The you I was afraid we'd lost forever to scorching light and a world without shade.   And Trillium… when I saw your illusion, for a moment, I grasped a memory. It was late in the day, we were sitting in the dappled shade of your villa's orchard. Doraal was giving a piggy back ride to our little shadow so she could pick oranges. I lost the memory after that to a haze of white and a piercing headache but I'm sure it was real!   We have a daughter… and you have a son! Have they met and are they friends? I can't imagine that they wouldn't be but given circumstances, perhaps it's unreasonable to expect. Tell Trillium that even if I barely remember her, I know I love her, and that Doraal does too. I need to tell Doraal. I hope that what you're sending helps him. Oh, and your son, please tell him that he's beautiful and that we can't wait to welcome him home when you return.   My Heart, I feel like my soul has been drawn into the shade of your wings. Enough that I'll return home soon. I'm almost done. The forges of Takshendral have been silenced and I've collapsed the mines of Bretlimpoli - it'll take them at least a decade to restore the loss of war fighting capability from that alone. Vestil has been giving me good targets - All three dams on the river Skeknal have been destroyed and the aqueducts that fed the Magic City of Pfiedlip are crumbling. I hadn't expected to do more than inconvenience so many wizards but Master has agreed to help me assault their College of War Magic. With the two of us together, we should be able to decimate the ranks of their instructors.   After that… Master says he's willing to teach me again. Can you imagine, after all these years? As much as I want to resent him for pretending to be dead and keeping so many secrets, it's hard to resist the temptation to sit at his feet again. If the Empress is willing to let me shelter in her gentle shade to grow a bit, then I'll take Master up on his offer.   Master has taken a small vial of blood from me. He says that you may be able to use it to Forge a connection between us - I hope that it's true.   Until I can hold you again in my arms and shelter you in my shade, may the Empress watch over you.