Happy birthday! At least I hope it’s your birthday. I told the courier to do the delivering thing on the right day and he looked trustworthy, he had a nice hat, you can always trust a good hat, that’s what Ma used to say. I think it was Ma who said that.
Anyway, I’ll soon, I miss you, it’s been too long. I hope you like this present, I got Burd to choose it by letting her come with me into Solitude and going to whichever shopkeepers she didn’t attack.
The letter is accompanied by a red and black silk scarf, which is wrapped around a book of Nordic poetry.
The courier caught her just as she was leaving the house and her brows furrowed slightly in confusion. Thanking the man with the nice hat, Tort took the letter and package from him and turned back to the house, curiosity peaked.
As soon as her eyes fell upon the familiar handwriting, her heart leapt to her throat. A grin spread across her face and she felt warm tears spring to her eyes. Just knowing he was fine was gift enough. Truth be told, she had forgotten it was her birthday to begin with.
Opening the package, she pulled the scarf from around the book, wrapping the soft fabric about her neck and she flipped through the poetry. She would have to write him back. Or better, visit him when she could.
Samson lived in Solitude, perhaps this would be the perfect excuse to head to the town and visit those she cared for that lived there.
