I first learned of you both secondhand; by the words of others, ink and reputation. Nothing any of us might escape.
More rare (revealing) are the ways in which we come to see each other: Second glances, chances to reshape not only our appearance, but our manner of observation. To know someone is to know their capacity for change. To love them — perhaps, to accept the limitations of that act. To compromise in the name of that which brooks none.
It has ever struck me that the essence of faith lies in action. I speak of it too often; no doubt, you will hear so again. Bear with. This is my gift to you, an honest word. You could not have it from all Orlais.
Creation demands of us a conscious stewardship. It is a path bent toward dawn, toward a world we may not see, that our children and grandchildren may not. That is yet worth the striving. To be not as shadows from a flame, but the fire which shapes them. Mutable, vital. Eternal.
in the letter, backdated 2 wedding ofc;
I first learned of you both secondhand; by the words of others, ink and reputation. Nothing any of us might escape.
More rare (revealing) are the ways in which we come to see each other: Second glances, chances to reshape not only our appearance, but our manner of observation. To know someone is to know their capacity for change. To love them — perhaps, to accept the limitations of that act. To compromise in the name of that which brooks none.
It has ever struck me that the essence of faith lies in action. I speak of it too often; no doubt, you will hear so again. Bear with. This is my gift to you, an honest word. You could not have it from all Orlais.
Creation demands of us a conscious stewardship. It is a path bent toward dawn, toward a world we may not see, that our children and grandchildren may not. That is yet worth the striving. To be not as shadows from a flame, but the fire which shapes them. Mutable, vital. Eternal.
May you always seek light.
— LC