Dear Ms. Stoddard,
It was with the utmost pleasure that I received your letter. It warms my heart to think that you, Sister Somhnal, Miss Iluvatar and our young Sire are hale and getting along well in your venture. I've been inquiring after you from any travellers coming from the west who chance to pass through Rostlea, but the news has been spotty and generally unreliable I fear. I would appreciate further news of this new home you mentioned as well an accounting of any new foals which the summer might deliver unto you.
The manor is a veritable hive of activity since you left. Our new lord, though not in residence, has seen fit to initiate various repairs to the property; in particular to the roof of the east wing. I've been kept quite busy cleaning the house's decorative woodwork by the our Lord's rightfully appointed Seneschal Mr. Furst. If I might be so forthright, I would say that the manor seems oddly unfamiliar without the sounds of your voices nor the hoofbeats of the horses in the environs. I'm afraid I may never get used to the cattle which our Lord sees fit to keep on the property.
I hate to end a letter on a sad note; I am in fact guilty of holding off on informing you of some news which I fear you may find distressing. I apologize for any grief it may cause you but I believe it only fair that you be told. I'm afraid that Mr. Furst ordered the remnants of the small cottage in which you used to live with your husband be demolished. I'm terribly sorry that I was not in a position to prevent it.
Please know that you and the others are always in my thoughts and prayers and that I am certain that your new home will, given time, outshine anything here in Rostlea.