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Post by Julie Deveroix (D) on Mar 28, 2008 12:11:07 GMT -5
I sat on my bed, and the letter was in my hand. Dire news indeed. I had wondered about a few things, about the Serpent and me, about how he changed, how somber he’d been last time we’d been together. An explanation which he’d not given me face to face had come in the form of his laconic writing.
The letter was cryptic, secretive. From it, a few things were clear, and none were pleasant news.
He was gone. My beautiful Shahrizai lover was gone, sent on a military errand he could not describe, and he did not expect a swift return, if any. He begged me not to wait, ordered me to live. Still, it was dire. I knew it was his duty – mayhap one day my turn would come, I’d been training for such a thing myself.
One of the things he’d told me was to steel myself, and I put it into application. In front of the mirror, I stared at myself harshly, and allowed myself one tear. One lonely, sad, harsh tear. I knew I would miss him. I knew one tear alone could not contain my sadness. Yet, he would have been proud of me for holding my own against the pack of raging emotions that battled me.
My hand trembled when I drafted my note to Kendrick, but my upper lip was stiff.
I stuffed the letter in my pocket, and walked over to the stable. Now, more than ever, the visit to the temple was in order.
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