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At This Time: Letter Vignettes 26
February 3, 2013Posted by on
From various characters recently, not necessarily on the same day or night.
I want you to know that I’m thinking of you. It isn’t new, and it isn’t rare. But for some reason I felt like writing a note today to say so.
And yes, I’m still purple, as you said the other day in the park. I’m not sure if you meant more than just that, but it seemed like you did. It reminded me of the first time you told me I brought color into your life. I know that wasn’t quite what you meant back then. But I like that the metaphor can also be literal in this case.
I love you. I hope to see you again soon.
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I’m good. Atan’s pretty good, too. Not feeling so great right now, but. He’ll be okay. We’ve both been kind of busy in this really weird way lately, but. Maybe it’ll get better now. I don’t think I can explain it, so.
I’m glad Math got his wife back. That’s like. Good, isn’t it? I know it sort of sucks for you, but. I understand why it might be hard for him to leave again. But hey, you know what? If he does, and if you have to stay too? You’ll make it a good life. Because you’re not a quitter, right? So what if you’re the one that’s the foreigner right now. You might be stubborn, but you’re really not stupid. So you’ll figure out how to get along. Or else you’ll find a way to get back home, if you really really want to. Didn’t you think about any of that before you left? But I guess mostly? You should wait and see what’s going to happen instead of worrying about stuff yet.
And no, I did mean Luin bumped me, not Trip. I was at the winery when I wrote that last latter, see. And Luin is a jerk. Haaaa, I’m joking. He wasn’t doing it to be mean. It’s just. You know how me and my mates are, Coro. Somebody’s always jumping on somebody or something. So there’s that. But you’re right about Trip. He’s growing so big. He’s still kind of cute, though. His fur’s getting more shaggy than fluffy now, but. I like it.
You didn’t say anything about that guy Hrafen told you about, but I don’t care. Tell Math to stop being an ass about it. If Hrafen said he could help, he probably can. Math isn’t right if he refuses, because. What about you? He can’t just forget that you’re there too, after all you both went through to get there. Anyway, though. Be careful. You’ll both figure it out, I know. I’ll be glad when spring comes.
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A hearty laugh filled the house when the man found a note. His dark blue eyes were merry and full of mischief over his late breakfast, and he read the note to the boy. “Chaya, I am blaming you entirely.” He held up his hand to stop any protest, and through more laughter he added, “It matters not that it was my idea. It is more amusing this way. Trust me. He also will laugh.” He gave the boy a rare wink, then penned a short note in reply to include with his day’s correspondence.
It was the weasel!
This is excellent news. Nati has told me what little he knows, and of course I am eager to hear more. Come as immediately as you find yourself free. It may be that you will find more than you thought to hear. We shall see! And hear!
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I’ve heard about your offer, but I need you to explain more. And I need more assurances.
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He read and then shook his head in a slightly bemused way. He had no idea whether or not this was related to the delay in their impending journey, but he didn’t mind. She always found ways to make him smile. As he tucked the little note into his pocket he murmured to himself, “When the light is dim and perfect.” Yep, another smile.
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