A Lost Love Letter
Elsi,
Though anxiety’s forest begets great shadows over my mind’s valley, I see bright light shining always. A beacon of warmth in my chest where I keep you close. I glimpse your smile through the canopy, your eyes blaze through murky puddles, and the Day Star cannot outshine your beaming. The only crease in my brow which cannot unfurrow is bowed by the great distance between us. How I wish I might present this Torn Heart in person as it beats outside my breast but my work here in Vavetta does not permit leave of adequate length to visit you in Morus for even one day. Take this heart as my sacrifice to you, present it proudly for I shall come to you soon that we may reunite. By Hormus’ own foot I swear it you shall see me before the years end.
Your beloved Bereaved,
Artturi
A common gift traded between Zoherian romantic partners is a lump of red clay with many trinkets, keepsakes, or representations of such pressed into it. It represents a commitment to another like that of the sacrificial Sundered Priests, and if one can make it appear like their very heart ripped from their chest the more prized it shall be. To those unfamiliar with the custom the often gruesome looking object evokes a very different feeling, but to the young Zoherian maiden the piece of crafted viscera could not be more lovely.