Dear Shadowmere,
I know reading this may be difficult, given the being a horse thing. But I feel like when I speak to you my words just aren't getting through anymore.
I think I reached that epiphany last Morndas when we traveled to Leyawiin to fulfill the task that Sanguine had given me. Imagine my surprise when after casting that most peculiar spell and being stripped of everything I'd been carrying, I ran past very angry guards only to find my trusted steed no where in sight.
I thought for sure you'd been eaten by a daedroth. And of course I was overwhelmed with…. something… to find you perfectly safe and sound afterwards… all the way back at Fort Farragut three weeks later.
Do you have any idea how long of a trek it is from Leyawiin all the way to Sanguine's shrine? WITHOUT SHOES NO LESS!
I hope you'll understand that this will seriously affect your ration of apples for the next few months. You'll have to make due I suppose.
And by make due, I do not mean eating the chickens of every farmer we pass. Those little snacks are quite costly when all is said and done and we both know you end up coughing up feathers for days afterwards anyways.
~ Still unamused,
The Listener