[Dragon Mail: Alexander Varista]

[winterwhite]

[sent thursday night during this log

the paper smells a little burnt and has some streaks of ash on it, but nothing recent or alarming about it]


I will not be back tonight.

The Asha is gone. Spellswords came for him last Friday. I do not know why, but I suspect it was an attempt to contain him. They failed and he escaped. He teleported to Earth. I am going now to find him, if nothing has already happened to him.

I will come back. I promise.

Ask Ravindra or Nova to keep you company. I do not want you lonely, too.

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[socarnivorously]

[ arrow through the heart........

he sets his forehead down on the desk to recover...

and ends up falling asleep.



later, in the morning when he wakes up: ]

I love you.

[winterwhite]

[ah... no reply? did she take too long and he finally fell asleep?... well, that's okay... everyone is asleep now... best get back to work.



the reply comes as she's flipping through one of her books, the other two awake but non-intrusive to what she's doing, so she really isn't paying too much attention to them beyond making sure the asha stays settled

she looks at it a long moment, almost not wanting to send the paper back. it's odd to have so many people around her who have asserted themselves in her life, and to realize she has the capacity to respond to those feelings... ravindra and nova, alexander...

she wants to go home.]


I would like to love you. May I?

[socarnivorously]

[ he actually hesitates, uncertain of the answer he'll to give her. he knows the answer he should give her, but it isn't the answer he wants to give her. ]

Silly Reilanin. That's not something you need anyone's permission for.

[winterwhite]

Is it too late?

[socarnivorously]

Is what too late?

[winterwhite]

Is it too late to say these things. Now that I'm not there...

[socarnivorously]

No. Never.

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I love you.