Not too long ago, I took a vow of silence. For those of you who know me,
you understand how incredibly hard that was for me for even one month,
let alone 2 years. It was something I needed to do, and something that I
felt I learned something from.

I forgive myself for all the trouble and trials, wounds and bruises I've
caused myself. I forgive all that everyone has done, and everything that
has taken place.

My anger is gone. Sometimes, people are wrong. Sometimes, a person can
change. Love and hate are not so different, not so hard to exchange.
They both come from the heart, and with a bit of struggle and strife, my
hate is gone and love is all I have left.

I'm leaving for a while. I'll be around every now and then to catch up
on the news, check my messages, snuggle with my husband and children.
I'll come back eventually, to harvest again, to romp around in FFAs and
pretend to be a decent fighter, to be loud and obnoxious on the streets
of Shallam and Hashan. This is only goodbye for a while, not forever.

Without my Order and my Packmates, I'd be lost. My heart is truly with
the Hunt.
To my loving children, I adore you endlessly. No love could ever match
the love that your mother holds unconditionally for you.
Jancis and Schisstae, my two oldest friends, who have stuck by me thick
and thin, no matter how many times I've snapped at their hands... I love
you both.
Violet and Shade, you two mean so much to me, no matter what, no matter
how much time passes before I see you again.
To the Druids, all of you, even if I've left, I still remember how it
used to be when I was young, and whole, and happy. I miss you all, and
wish you all the best of luck.
To Utopia, keep on trotting.

To all of Achaea, and everyone, I love you all and I hope one day,
you'll all forgive me of myself.

I'll see you around.

Always,
Chammilla Weltsdown

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Daedalan, in the year 318 AF.