Stand Strong, song 2004.
(need a melody)
Nothing but a shield and sword
A simple peasant boy came by
To a land of blistering heat and summer skies
And there he stood his ground
Stand Strong - The Silver Spire.
Nothing but a shield and sword
More people came and wandered by
To his land; blistering heat and cloudless skies
With him they stood their ground
Stand Strong - The Silver Spire.
Nothing but a shield and sword
We fought the dark that came on by
To our land of blistering heat and stormy skies
We fought to stand our ground
Stand Strong - Our Silver Spire.
Nothing but a shield and sword
Light refused to say "Goodbye"
To this land of blistering heat and starry skies
And there we stood our ground
Stand Strong - Our Silver Spire.
Nothing but a shield and sword
Another year has past us by
In this land of blistering heat and summer skies
And forever stand our ground
Stand Strong - The Silver Spire.
Nothing but a shield and sword
A simple peasant boy came by
To a land of blistering heat and summer skies
And there he stood his ground
Stand Strong - The Silver Spire.
Nothing but a shield and sword
More people came and wandered by
To his land; blistering heat and cloudless skies
With him they stood their ground
Stand Strong - The Silver Spire.
Nothing but a shield and sword
We fought the dark that came on by
To our land of blistering heat and stormy skies
We fought to stand our ground
Stand Strong - Our Silver Spire.
Nothing but a shield and sword
Light refused to say "Goodbye"
To this land of blistering heat and starry skies
And there we stood our ground
Stand Strong - Our Silver Spire.
Nothing but a shield and sword
Another year has past us by
In this land of blistering heat and summer skies
And forever stand our ground
Stand Strong - The Silver Spire.
A few days later, Anastacia's messenger arrives in the
sun-covered grasslands of Trakand Manor. The letter is
past from hands to hands while the messenger is given
food and drink and a place to rest. Finally, into the
hands of the Lady the letter goes, to be read and
replied to.
Still sitting at her work desk, the desk she hasn't
been able to get up and out of for the past several
hours, Catrysa clears away some space to compose her
letter.
"Dear Baroness,
How wonderful it is to hear you are well and once more
amond the living! Truth be told, I could not have
been more worried and concerned for you, though my
current station leaves me little time to act on my
worries. I have seen your husband a few times, but
had not been able to approach him at about your
well-being. Truely, a letter penned by your hand is
far better than any word from another.
Yes, Keject Darum is family, as is Cairun. My heart is
made light, knowing they extend their arms and hearts
to you. Laughter is, indeed, the best of medicine.
I had not heard of Kelsar's knighting, myself, though
I must admit, I fear I am behind on my reports. I
would beg of you, when you have the strength and time,
to recount to me the happenings of said event. I had
the good fortune of knowing Kelsar, having met him as
squire to Sharjinka during my own stay in Drandmir."
Catry pauses here, reading over what she had written
as she redips her quill. Lower lip is brought between
her teeth, and held by a gentle pressure as she thinks
to herself.
From the open balcony doors, she could hear the sounds
of her husband and uncle's voices.
"If we use that unit and move it around that group of
trees it'll serve as a room block," Dalan's voice
stated.
"Good idea," answered Aran. "And then the Archers have
a clear line of sight to the Infantry."
"There's five left?"
"Yeah, but we've got a fresh battallion on the other
side of the river."
She couldn't help be chuckle at their war games, and
back to her letter she went, the tip of her quill
scratchy softly.
"My Lord and Husband bids you greetings as well, and
is likewise happy to hear of your recovery. As
always, our home is your husband's home, and you are
ever welcomed here. Do know that your recovery is in
my thoughts, and I hope it is a speedy one.
With love,
Catrysa Trakand"
Finishing her signed name with a bit of a flourish,
Catrysa is hard-pressed to keep from adding land and
title to the end of it. 'This isn't an official
document,' she reminds herself as she reaches for her
personal seal, rather than the kingdom one. Closing
the letter, she hands it off to her aide.
"Get this to Lightlock's messenger, and do let him
know that he is welcome to stay until he is fully
rested."
The aide nods and turns to head out, as Catrysa
reaches for the the top document on the pile she had
so recently pushed aside.
"To the Monarchy, A Comment About the State of Magic
and Magical Artifacts Within Our Grand Kingdom, A
Treatse," Catrysa half-mumbled the title to herself,
noticing. "Page one of... two-hundred..." She groans
and closes her eyes while a hand comes up to rub at
her temple. Arts and Sciences... Somedays, reading
through expense reports was more entertaining.