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- Written 14.3.664 (Kings Year-ish) **All script is in TERRIBLY messy half cursive half print.** My love, I apologize I hadn't returned home this evening as intended. The trip over here has made the three of us feeling rather worse for wear. Nothing like being forced onto a boat when I'm already been feeling the most hungover that I've been in a very, very, very long time. That on top of Junipers fussiness? I fear I had little time to do much else than gossip with my sisters and be a lump in bed. Hopefully the next few days are easier for the lot of us. I think June misses you. Ham isn't doing too terribly well either. He's been having more and more accidents the longer we stay here. Doesn't seem interested in any food. Not even ground meat mixed with milk and some chicken broth. That used to be his favorite. At least he's still drinking water, and letting the children chase after him. Here's hoping it's nothing more than travel wariness we've all been feeling today. My brother, Elijah, found out about you today. Apparently none of the girls or myself had mentioned you around him until the six of us were signing together in Esme's room. He was less than enthused about it. Esme's partner, you'd love them, followed my brother out to do whatever it is the two of them do. I just feel terrible that they had chosen to wear a skirt today. When they ended up returning? Eli was in better spirits, so I assume whatever they did seemed to help.

It is only a matter of time before Eli tattles to my parents about the going-ons in Tal'gurub. He had always been the tattler of the lot of us. Which might have been why we had held our tongues around him for so long. Regardless, I miss you terribly. I have shoved my childhood bed close enough to my window that I can gaze out at the stars. Hoping that perhaps you're looking out at them as well. With the full moon approaching, we've all been feeling jittery. Even as I'm writing this into the terribly early hours of the morning, I can hear my sisters smacking some game pieces along some wooden board. A house full of worgen on the third full moon is going to be a trip. Though of course, I'll come back in time to see you for that. We still have a mission to attempt, don't we? We miss you, ~ Cassie

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Talking to Lightning Pt.2

I told Akunda about Sektus last night.

I needed to tell someone about the pain in my chest. My sister wouldn't understand if I told her. Nor would any of my other friends. Kazuki is far too busy with his current life adventure's to worry about my trivial friend troubles. So I told the only one I felt would both listen and understand my words without saying them perfect. Suppose Gos could also have listened. But it is called a support -network-. Isn't it?

I told Akunda about the pain from Teldrassil. How I still wake up with nightmares. How sometimes it doesn't even feel like I wake up from those. How, in my dreams, I awake in my bed. With our room already filling with smoke. Kazuki isn't there, in these dreams, and I am stuck in there helpless. There aren't any windows in the tent, and the door won't open. It isn't until I feel the smoke choking me that I fully wake up from this suffering.

The fact that someone I considered a dear friend to me was apart of something so terrible.

"Would you like me to take it? The memories?" The Loa asked. He was always so compassionate and patient with this. I wasn't sure if any other deity was this way. Something not many realized about Akunda and his power, but he always asked for consent.

"No," I answered honestly, "I don't think I'm ready to part with them just yet. There are hidden lessons within that pain I need to absorb and respect, before I let them go."

I felt the presence in my head bow his head. How strange it had gotten. With how quickly he and I had gotten close to one another. I could nearly see his sparkling outline behind my closed eyes.

"Will you forgive him?" Akunda asked me then. Which brought me to pause. Could I forgive this person that was so dear to me? Or, was once? I physically shook my head as I turned a page in my journal. Already working on another sketch of a strangers face. Drawing kept me from reading and talking all night in the temple. Or at least that's what I hope it'd do.

"I will," I said. Not as quickly, or as confidently, as my last answer. "He is not the decisions made by one. Just because he made movement to aid in the destruction of my everything, does not mean he is beyond forgiveness."

"Not your everything," The fatherly voice in my head said. He was even beginning to sound like my actual father. "Simply closed a chapter in the novel that is your life."

He said that so matter of fact. So easily. I couldn't help but believe the words floating in repeat around my thoughts.

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Tabatha

Tabatha

Tal'gurub's resident grandmother. A troll woman old enough to be at the very least one hundred years old. You can see it in how she carries herself. How she seemed hunched over. Wrinkled from head to bare feet. The wisdom in her bright eyes, and the words of Loa's on her tongue. It's said she can speak right to the stars. Her prophecies come faster than most. With truths hidden behind each word she speaks. A temper that puts the Zul to shame. Don't mess up her city, or you're getting the slipper. Trolls don't even wear shoes! She has one, you are not safe, and her aim is true.

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Speaking to Lightning Pt 1

I spoke to a Loa last night.

I was sitting in Akundas temple, reading, stewing with my thoughts. When I heard a voice. It sounded nothing like the moon. It wasn't crisp, feminine. It didn't sound like chimes.

But it was calming. Soothing, like a fathers voice. I didn't realize what was happening until after I answered his question,

"What's troubled you, child?"

"My life is miserably complicated and full of pain."

It was then, I realized, that we were simply talking in my head. I hadn't even looked up from the book of mythology I was pouring over. Strange how often those stories come true.

"Tell me about your troubles?" Akunda asked me. I had never met a god or power so interested in my plights before. Perhaps he was bored. I know better than to think myself special, when the world is full of happenings like this.

Before I knew it I was telling him about Wolfgang. About how our family never got started. How the stress of destruction was too much for my injured body. How I didn't know that pain in my belly was abnormal, until it was too late.

I spoke to him about my siblings. Their relationships. I spoke to him about my parents, how I wished to make them proud. Laughed with the strange voice in my head that grew all the more familiar by the second.

Before I knew it the sun was rising, and the priests were starting to make their way inside the temple.

"You return," The Loa stated. His voice changed to a whisper, even in my head. Like this was a secret only for us to share. "Every day until you're ready. Share with me your tales. And I might just give you a boon for what you seek." I went to bed smiling that day.

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