It had been ages. No, it had been more than that since she had written a piece of poetry. Her mother had told her she would be called a bard. This could be good for a second born who did not have any worry about the world. But the first born should do serious things like handling accounts. She should handle accounts.
"Long and far, i have searched for you, Yet, your presence feels too good to be true. fragrance of the past... " she shook her head. It looks so childish to write it now when she should be working on the dress.
The dress. She pushed the poetry aside and picked up the parchment where she was designing dresses. But it was awful. As if something was in her mind but it was not on the paper. She had often sat and heard the babble of Elene when they were on good terms. She had told Evan what qualities should be in a dress that won the heart of the crowd.
