A note left in the box for Vera's rooms at the Inn in the redneck's hand.

So, how do you feel about a fuck ton of fudge in a variety of flavors? I went overboard (big surprise) a couple of nights back, and have a few (pounds) pans left over.

Love much, Thorn

Replies are wonderful things that warm the heart (even one as already warmed and open as Thorn's), and bring a smile.

Texts are for convenience, and for those who don't enjoy the feel of paper and pen. Probably also for those who haven't figured out how to send messages via magics (which, I'll be honest, I really am working on).

Facebook, I've heard of it, but don't really spend enough time in front of a screen to want, or need one. Unless of course it's for business, then I might consider it.

I'm more than a little certain that once news of your return gets out, your mail box will fill once again. Assuming, of course, you're okay with people knowing you're back in town.

In any event, I'll keep writing and not just so you'll have letters and tidbits and messages to, hopefully, bring a smile to your face now and then, and warm your heart a little.

I've missed you, quite honestly and sincerely. And I'm very glad you've come back for a while.

I do indeed remember where your cottage is, and if you'd like I can swing some by there, or we can meet where ever.

Day time though, my nights are most often full of lessons with my grandfather, or Roan, with the occasional duel or two thrown in on Tuesdays, rarely Wednesdays.

Love and Affection, Thorn

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A couple of days, because she gets distracted easily.

I'll write sweetening, I promise. As often as possible. Gods know how easily I can be distracted.

There are, to go with the fudge, little cakes and cookies I'm bringing you. Seriously hope you're not worried about your weight (because you shouldn't be).

Yesterday was my birthday and, you know me, I shared out a meal and treats with anyone who wanted some. Packed up some of the extras left at the house, they're on your front porch. I left them there this morning when I went running.

Along with copious amounts of fudge.

It's good, I'm glad you're possibly staying a while this time around. I've missed, very much, just hanging out with you. I don't think enough people honestly appreciate the time spent just, being. No drama, no pressure, no trauma. Just relaxing over a drink or three and enjoying the sound of people, of life around them.

Then again, I've alway been one of the more odd, odd ducks.

Roan. Gods. Do you remember the story you overheard, the one you were supposed to forget' The man I loved who gave up his life to protect his Blood and Kind"

The story's long, and I can't share all of it because it's not all mine, but whenever you want, if I'm not already in the middle of something, we'll share a drink and some time, and I'll tell you.

He's my, everything. All those things I wanted, needed to give to one person for so long, I can give to him.

And all those things I needed, he gives to me.

Let me know if there's anything you need love yes" And let me know when you're ready for a girl day, we'll go shopping and hit the spa, do the whole nine yards.

Love, Thorn.