Loredas, the 26th of First Seed, Year 202 of the Fourth Era
Dear Segen,
In Dawnstar now, drinking with both your blood uncles, Jarsha and Adjin. Do not worry, it isn't wine, my love; just honeyed milk to make us strong. They have set up a very happy party for the Festival of Blades, and we are celebrating with Uncle Adjin's Family. At first, I was nervous about arriving here too- the person who may love you as much as I knew Adjin very well. Nothing has happened, though. Segen, it completely slipped my mind, but you will be born into an age of dragons . . . oh, but that leads up to so many other things: the Civil War, the Thalmor, the White-Gold Concordat. I feel it necessary to tell you enough about the world, but not so much that my cares become yours. When it comes to you, I want to be very selfish. My mother once said that a child is the one thing in all the world that belongs completely to a woman. But I know this isn't so. You belong to someone else, too. Now is not the time for these thoughts, though; my brothers are here, and they are having a party for us. I'm big-bellied with you, Segen, but tonight, we will dance. We are twelve weeks in, but we will dance.
All my love,
Mana