To my dear Rin Maimhov,

No need to say it, I know what you're feeling. You spin your wheel moon after moon, hoping to spin straw into silk. Only a bloody fool would believe the fairy tales, yet your wheel still spins. Nymeia would be curious, as am I. I am but an admirer, watching you night after night, needle in hand... your soft fingers spinning threads finer than silk that tug on the strings of my heart as my feelings for you spin round in my head. I often lose myself and prick my fingertips as I watch, but still, I love you, Rinh Maimhov. Always have, always will.

Love,
Arla Lakhuna