I never see her coming, I don't know when she's there.
I strain to catch the faintest glimpse of her flowing, auburn hair.

We come from different worlds, guilds apart as they can be,
But when our paths chance to cross, she's always kind to me.

She listens to my troubles, my wounded heart she mends.
I count myself blessed, and to the Logos I pray,
that she'll always be my friend.


Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Chronos, in the year 309 AF.