Dear Kelz'thalas, I'll admit I wasn't sure what to write. I just want you to know that I think about you often and I hope you are doing well. Someday I'll come back and maybe we can catch up on old dealings? I heard about the incident within the training grounds of the estate... I do hope you're alright. I'll be back soon. Yours, -K
The letter was held in front of her before it eventually left her field of view. With a careless sway of her arm, it slid across the counter while silence filled the room. As did the stillness of her frame while she held her head downward a moment. The memories of her childhood friend threatened to come back into view as she made the association to the letter's would-be author. Out of reflex her hand curled into a fist as it struck against the counter's surface. At first, there was a numbness, then came the gradual sting of pain.
There was much she wanted to say, but she was a creature of habit and repression. Anger would have just made a mess of her apartment and sadness would have driven her to drink. Neither avenues would give her the satisfaction she needed before bed and thus she turned from her seat and made her way upstairs.
Upon arriving in her bedroom, she made for the bed and allowed gravity to guide her down against it. It seemed the comfort of her lavish bed was enough to convince her to lower her guard. But her dreams did nothing to abstain her former thoughts.
...Kal'ren was back.
@kalren-daelish - thanks for the ask :3
@grumpyoldfker - Dad don't try to kill him again \o/
