Dearest Hilda,

I see no lesser blood in your piercing amaranthine eyes,
no weaker arm along nor feckless heart within you.
Where High Houses whisper your name in dogged bigotry,
I sing it tenderly in hopes your ear be caught.

Together we earned the soot and grime of a thousand bullets,
bathing the snows of Coerthas in steaming crimson.
Would that your unerring gaze fix upon me,
as steely and sure as your aim finds its mark.

Let us run fierce and wild - as Hounds should!
Leave the Brume and the cares of Ishgard behind you!
Come swim, laugh, dance, hunt with me;
where'er we go will be home if I might be with you.

Yours, wishing someday to be held in the warmth of your love,

Rhael Amariyo

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of Siren, desiring of bluebird earrings by which to remember my love's merry laugh.