Virtue

On the Third Day of Christmas my True Love gave to Me...
Three French Hens...

He had lost his country, his home, his name, his heart, his soul and most of his life. In throwing himself in all manner of dangers, he had hopped to dim than pain, to curb that urge to wallow in despair and self-pity and to simply forget who and what he was.

Instead, he was given everything back. Friends, a life, hope, happiness and love. And for that, he would be ever grateful.



For Éolair of NadMullach, the true knight in all of us.

Aaridys