Great Southern Dessert, June
Alanna watched Coram and Hakim Fahrar ride away, their pack horse trailing behind. Fingering the ember at her throat, she blinked her suddenly watery eyes. Picking up Faithful, she entered her tent and for the first time in four weeks, began to write.
( A few letters )
( A few letters )
Very glad you're both alive and having your typical luck. Kick Thomas for me. Why did anyone think he was a cat?
Stuck in Moscow, but at least the next week is vacation -- Daddy is off at a conference of bigwigs and I am free to play on my own. Good thing, too, even he might have looked askance if a letter appeared out of thin air in my suite right in front of him. No, I didn't freak out. There may have been a tiny amount of flailing. But that's all. Side note: he tried to have you investigated, but got the name wrong, so whee, no worries there.
No experience with veils, evil swords, or stories that could end in 'and then they made me their chief' 'and then they adopted me.' I live in hope, though. What *is* a Voice of the Tribes? And how the hell did you get an evil sword already? I'm missing hot water too, at least for the next week and a half. Stupid Russian plumbing system. You have my sympathy on the sand and the running water, oh yes.
Met a guy who is Up to Something, but as far as I can tell, it's not anything to do with my family or my father's company. I may let it slide, if he doesn't get too blatant about whatever it is. (He is that. Cute.) I'm trying to figure out sneaky ways to commit sabotage from 3,000 miles from the target. Missing everyone terribly. Being in a new place helps, but not enough. Homesickness keeps rearing its head. Buying new shoes to stomp on it with only works for so long.
John & Aeryn's engagement party was cool with great cake, nothing (else) got destroyed within the last two weeks of me being there, no other kids showed up, there's a whole thing that happened with Zero and Peter and Isabel and New York, but I'll let them tell it, and a thing with a psycho and a knife, but I'll let people who were there tell *that*, and they won't let me carry a gun in Russia.
(I'm still practicing with the sword, though.)
Scritches for Faithful. Booze for Alanna.
Miss you, be careful, write back when you can--
Parker
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Do you deliver shrimp to humans as well? Especially since you got my name wrong. It's Thom, after our dearly departed mother, Thomasia. Why did you think I was a cat?
Your letter mostly confuses me, but do I need to turn someone into a toad?
I'll be sure to pass on your wishes the next time I see my wandering sister. There's a fairly good chance you'll see her fist.
Yours, Lord Thom of Trebond.
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