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Date Posted: 19:01:19 12/12/01 Wed
Author: Ravin
Subject: A letter to the ex-wife
In reply to: Marz and Tia 's message, "Fun times around the campfire" on 09:36:39 12/11/01 Tue

As soon as they existed the old man's cave, Ravin felt the pain of his recent injuries vanish completely. Looking down at his stomach, he found no signs of blood or tears in his clothing. Ravin felt a bit disorientated as they calmly moved closer to the campfire. He still found it hard to believe that they had gone through some crazy tests for a strange man who resided within the mountain. The large gem he found in his pocket was decent compensation for the odd adventure they just went through, but he would be more than happy to forgo any further unexplainable experiences. Of course, living in a world filled with magic made such occurrences rather common place so he supposed he should be used to them by now. He shook his head and frowned, doubting that he'd ever feel comfortable about such things. He wasn't even going to bother trying to figure out how the hell the old man knew so much about each of them.

Trust and believe in your empathy, the man had told him. His adopted mother had preached the same thing to him for years, and only now was he beginning to accept the talents he was born with. The sight was the hardest. Half the time he didn't understand the visions that came over him yet at other times a vision helped to save his life or that of a friend. He often wondered why he was blessed with such abilities but no amount of thinking offered him an answer to the puzzle. About the only thing that made sense was that he inherited them from one or both of his real parents. Now, why couldn't the sight give him some information as to who they were? That talent would be a lot more appreciated if he could figure out a way to control it rather than having the visions come over him whenever they damn well pleased.

Along with Isobel, he was drawn from his reverie by Justin's rude comment. He was about to offer the man a sarcastic reply but smiled instead when Isobel beat him to it. The woman definitely had a lot of spunk! No doubt she'd have no problems handling anything the merc might toss at her in the future. That was a relief considering how nasty such men could get with women, whom they viewed as beneath them. Most mercenaries had a tendency to think that women were only good for one thing and if Justin thought that of Isobel he was bound to get a surprise that would hopefully teach him a much needed lesson.

He accepted a small jug from one of the children, thanking him before taking a seat on a tree stump. A quick sniff of the contents of the jug told him it was some kind of liquor, and that brought a wide smile to his face. Briefly he wondered about the snakes he saw some of the tribal women frying in pans by one of the cook fires then shrugged. Thankfully, they had already indulged in a decent meal offered by the old man.

Ravin took a sip of the liquor then gulped down a larger amount when he learned it was similar to blackberry brandy. Brandy wasn't as potent as Rover moonshine but it had a definite kick that he looked forward to feeling once he consumed enough of it. As he drank he listened to the ballad Marz, of all people, was playing on a lute and instantly his thoughts turned to Kyri. Such a ballad was played on their wedding night and they had held their guests captivated by the romantic dance they shared beneath the moonlight.

Once again he began to feel guilty about the breakup of their marriage. Of course he considered it entirely his fault because he had known that Kyri was plagued by her past, yet he never really took the time to sit down with her to find out how he might help put her terrible memories to rest. The love he felt for her died when she tried to stab Mekayla in the back because she had used a minor spell to discipline the urchin boy, Scat, who was causing havoc aboard the ship they sailed to Kor Toi. He still had a hard time believing the viciousness that came from Kyri at that time.

Although Ravin knew he could never love Kyri like he once did, he never stopped caring about her. A vision had showed him that her heart now belonged to another man, who seemed to make her exceedingly happy. For that he was grateful, yet he still held the desire to apologize to her for not being able to provide her with the emotional support she obviously needed while they were husband and wife. Perhaps once he learned how to put down on paper what he felt in his heart, he would send her a letter. It would have to be written in his own hand since he couldn't trust the words to anyone else.

With that thought in mind, and the jug of brandy in his hand, he approached Laurel. "If you have some time later, I'd like to go over a few more writing lessons with you." He pointed out the cave he had chosen earlier. "I'll be in there practicing my name and the letters of alphabet you taught me this afternoon. If you're too tired for lesson giving tonight, I'll understand."

After giving her a hint of a smile, he turned away and made his way into the cave. He pulled a few candles from his pack, shoving them into the dirt then lighting them with flint before sitting himself down. Once he had his dagger in hand, he scribbled out his name into the dirt between long gulps of brandy. While thinking about Laurel's earlier lessons, he sounded out Kyri's name and attempted to write it beneath his own. ~~KEAREE~~ He grinned at the letters, wondering if he had succeeded in spelling it out correctly.

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