Sterin, I found this loose-leaf in Thali's copy of Tales of the Fleet. It looks like her handwriting, and I knew you'd want it if it was. I'm sorry there isn't more. My condolences again... ----- I remember a world made green, sculpted of daphwood, bizr trees, sap rising to swaying canopy and clear skies, terins lifting to the air, the breath of the goddess in their wings, angels of the air, high above the chattering of kirts and smalls, tiny hearts beating, fleeting across the needle floor. Wood and wind, Arboria, I remember you. Do you remember me?