It is so much to me to find how natural it feels to be with her. I see the storm swept seas and turbulant gales on the deck of the ship. Good freinds I have found and a lover or two, but there is only one of her.

What the Matron once scolded me for I have found no writings. What a number of ladies here feel is not wrong. Yondalla still loves us, her light shines in us all.

Anticipation as I write the words, seeing her face close to mine as we share another together. Lust sings through me as I am with her and a deep heart healing love.

Dear sisters,

I know in my heart you are all gone, but I write this anyway. Perhaps you are reading behind my shoulder or can see from Yondalla's realm. Perhaps there are yet a few of you who remain alive. It does not matter as I will continue to write.

I was perhaps too much like a child in a candy store. Sweet temptation had been unwrapped and I delved into its sweetness. Still I am not a dirty slut....even if Matron Mother would say so. I meet people and form an attachment...there is more than simply sharing of bodies there should be common interests and freindship.

Sisters,

I am sending this letter with hopes that it may reach you, but fears that it will not. When last I saw you all we were on a ship bound to assist in Protecting our people and all good peoples.

I know the ship was attacked in the storm and that I was pushed off teh rail by High Preistess Caitlain, but after that I amd unsure. Still I fear that you have all most likely perished on the high seas.

I will pray for your safety.

But, I shall not dwell on such thing and will now pen my thoughts on this strange land that I have washed up in.