
Of course, you realize that my and Paula's armour was recently found all in a pile, cluttering one of the palace's corners, and all four appendages proved to be rusted from the elbow to the finger. However, some jars of vibrant, fresh gooseberry jam were found nearby on a table of white linen, decorated with flowers from the meadow. One jar had been opened and two, lovely china plates held spots of jam and some crumbs.
A single, round bladed butter knife was found lying between the two. It appeared very much to be a good sign.
One never knows what another day may bring in other directions. Fire never appears by intent, by rather by outgrowth and perhaps some spontaneous combustion. No doubt swords elsewhere will cross in the future. We've taken the path of conversation....and a lovely one at that.
Thanks, Kush.
~ Elizabeth