Make up for that one: a courageous heart, a bare blade, and a long and yellow bow.
The Box
The Commander of the Queen's Riders, Evin Larse, half-heartedly greets his comrades in the mess hall. He sighs. Today is Miri's birthday, yet Miri is on the Scanran border, helping Kel fight off raiders. He promised her that he would be here for her birthday, but it is now her that is gone. He sighs again, and thinks back to the days where they worked together, laughed together, and their hearts were intertwined together. Suddenly, old memories, unbidden, spring out of the box where Evin so neatly packs them. He thinks of the time Miri had a fling with another knight, when she cooed after Sir Faleron of King's Reach, and when he let her down, but not before wearing her handkerchief when he went jousting. He thinks of archery practice, where he first met Miri, and the spots of trouble she's saved him from. Silently, a single tear falls down his face, and he is thrust back into the present.