Aulelia
February 1490 PD
Rora and I exchange letters fairly often. I only get one about once a month (she isn't able to send them more often), and can only send a reply when I get one (sadly, or I'd send them more often), but what our letters lack in quantity is quality. I love being able to learn about what she's been up to, and telling her about what's happening here, including my affections for a certain green-haired man.
But alas, there's been a tragedy. What should have been her third son, Orion, isn't what happened. The poor babe only lived a few hours after being born. I didn't learn about this until recently, though it's been a little over a year since it happened. I was wondering why Rora didn't mention him, particularly when she would talk in long lengths about Jonny and Matthias. So I asked. And she told.
As sad and heartbroken as Rora was, her incredible strength began to show when she told me she was going to adopt a little baby boy who had lost his father to raiders and his mother to childbirth. Barely a year since she lost Orion, and she's willing to take another person's child into her heart as her own.
"I'm going to give a little boy a chance, one my baby didn't get," she told me.
She was always so much stronger than I. I don't know if I could have done what she's doing. To lose a child, then soon decide to take in another? Rora was always the stronger of the two of us.