With Love...

Writers: Dana, Eimi
Date Posted: 30th April 2006

Characters: Cinale, Daigoro
Description: Cinale and Daigoro find another way to stay connected, despite the distance
Location: Vintner Hall
Date: month 11, day 7 of Turn 3

Cinale

"Fey? Fey, darling, wake up now," Cinale crooned, running a gentle
finger down the small green's slender neck. With a chirp that could
have been interpreted as a soft protest, Fey reluctantly opened one jeweled eye,
and then the other. Then, with a dainty yawn, she stretched and slowly
sat up, blinking sleepily at the cook.

Cinale smiled down at her pet as she tenderly scratched an eyeridge.
"I'm going to send you on an errand in a minute." She then glanced over
at the small table where her letter to Daigoro lay undisturbed, the ink
drying.

Faranth, she missed him.

Walking over, Cinale braced her palms against the wood and looked down,
her heavy red braid falling over one shoulder as she re-read the letter
one final time.

"My hon,
We finally made it. I didn't expect Amber Hills to be so
beautiful, but it truly is, even in the rain. I saw a rainbow earlier today
when I went outside to gather a few herbs from the kitchen's garden.
I can't remember the last time I saw one of those, but the sight of
it made me feel lighter than I have in days.
Shards, love, I miss you. I hope you're doing well...and I hope
that you are taking care of yourself, since I'm not there to cluck over
you.
I love you,
Cinale
And, if you can, hon, could you give Fey a small treat as a reward
for getting this to you? I'm still trying to teach her that it's
actually
fun to do what I tell her to."

Smiling quietly, Cinale picked up the parchment and blew on it before
carefully rolling it up. It was a simple letter. Light-hearted. She
hoped it would bring a smile to his face.

~*~

The Hallsecond was wading through shards covered in sticky-sweet wine of
all flavors. It would take forever to clean all the glass stuck to his
boots off. "Kosak, can you get those boys in here to clean up some of
this glass?" Daigoro called out to the journeyman standing in the
doorway. He squinted in the low light to try to read the label of an
unbroken bottle when the little flit flew through the door.

"Well, hello you," he grinned when he recognized the little green.
"Have you come with a message from my lady then?" Well, he was due for
a break, he was sure. "Kosak, I think we'd better not do much more in
here until they've clean the glass a little. Some of those bigger pieces might
very well be able to piece a thin boot sole. I'm gonna grab myself a
quick bite to eat while they get some of this up."

It was actually a very good idea, and might very well save some poor
fool's foot, so Daigoro couldn't feel too guilty about slipping out of
the wine cellars. "No one goes in there without a broom or mop and
thick soled boots, understood?"

With a bone-weary sigh, Daigoro sank down onto one of the upturned kegs
that doubled as a chair at the work table with a small plate of bread
and meat. "Yes, some of that is for you," he assured the little green
as he unrolled her letter. He smiled as he could hear Cinale's own voice
telling him the story. A rainbow... He could just picture her framed
by a rainbow.

He turned the sheet over since paper was scarce and pulled the pencil
and a small knife to sharped it out of his pocket. After careful
thought, and throwing the little green a bit of meat as incentive to stay he
began:

"My Beautiful Girl,

Don't you fret about my well-being. I am keeping warm and relatively
dry. The work is long and tiresome, but I don't mind doing it. After
all, every task I complete just brings me that much closer to when I can be
with you again."...

Shards, what should he tell her? Should he really tell her about the
sadness and despair that hangs over the valley now? Should he tell her
about the sad reminders of the lives that had once been lived here? No,
she didn't need to know those things. He didn' want to imagine her
reading his letter with a sad tear running down her face. Light and
happy. It was best. And maybe by telling her such things, he could
smile too...

"I walked by the cot today, the one you and I ran to when we were caught
in the rain. Do you remember? It seems unchanged by the quake and
looked quite warm and inviting. I could almost imagine you sitting on
the little porch, maybe in a chair that rocks back and forth, enjoying the
fragrant spring breeze. And then I thought about you busying yourself in the
kitchen, and scolding me for tracking in mud from the vineyards onto
your freshly cleaned floor. But you would still hand me a fresh cup of
tea and a cookie and send me on my way into the sitting room to relax by the
fire, where you would join me on the sofa while your stew bubbled and
boiled. We would tell each other how our day was and laugh about the funny
little things that happened. And we would get to talking and laughing
so much your pot boils over, and that would make us just laugh some more.

Oh beauty, how I miss your laugh these days. I hope you are finding
many reasons to laugh, and that you are storing up many funny stories of
your adventures so we can have plenty to laugh about when I come home to you.

Thank you for your letter, for thinking about me, and for worrying about
me. If I were there, I would kiss you. But as it is, I hope it is
enough for you to know that I am thinking about you. Always thinking
about you. Take care, love. And I will come home to you as soon as I can.

Daigoro."

~*~

Cinale smiled as she leaned back against the headboard of her bed,
Daigoro's letter lovingly cradled in her hands. She could just imagine
his voice...almost as if he were sitting next to her, smiling at her in
that quiet way of his over a mug of klah when he thought she wasn't
looking.

She glanced out the window, watching as the droplets of rain run down
the pane. Shards...she could hardly wait til spring. They were so
close...

"Soon, hon," she murmured, looking down at the letter, her finger gently
brushing over his name. "Soon..."

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