Dear Favonian,
I hope thy travails are easy. We have been to the Griffin land before, however, not in thine circumstance. Our sister is doing all in her power to still the hearts of the Griffins. We believe they are a war-mongering race, and have once again set their eyes upon us. All though our sister can be persuasive, if she wishes.
We. ……………There's………….Listen.
Okay, let us say just say this, we know of thy love for us. Sister beet around the bush to a point then just told us……. And we……….we are…….our…..for we. Bear with us!
We wrote a song to tell thee, twill be on the back of the letter. Please send something back to us post haste.
Yours, Luna
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Thou see us weeping, thy feelings die,
We look out the window as thou go’est.
Please do not say goodbye,
We love thee more than anyone knows.
We need to see thee, love thee, kiss thee, but not farewell.
Love; there is always a place in time, not this here not this now.
Our soul sings when thou art around.
To this castle we are bound, though in thy arms we are found.
Luna sighed when she sent the letter.
“Take heart Luna, we fallowed Tia’s advice. We were forward and we put our self out there.” She comforted herself.
“Do we rely love him?” she asked herself. “We feel for him, however, tis it love? Tia tells us of his love. Yet tell us not, for we have seen. Alas that love, whose view is muffled still, should without eyes see pathways to his will?” she inquired. “He loves us, and?” she stopped. “And we accept it.” She whispered.
“Tis been lonely here, we do miss him even if he has been gone only a fortnight.” She stated. “Perhaps we can if given time, to sort out our feelings. Though for now we must off to bed.” She slowly walked to her place of rest, when she would dream, she dreams of a warm and loving friend, which is far away.
Favonian awoke for his night shift on the border of Equestria and the griffin nations; there he found a letter wanting for him. When he read said letter, his chest fluttered. All he said before going unconscious was.
“Oh, may.”