Valentine packs her bags, stuffing her few belongings into an old leather bag she found under Khareth's bed. Her brother's bag of marbles...must have those since dear old Daddy said she lost her own, her bat glasses, few articles of clothing, sketchbooks, charcoal and lead pencils, and her wooden toy duck. Mine, her teddy bear, was already packed in the bag on her back, along with the few magickal tomes Khareth had given her.

Standing up, she blows a puff of air at a floating particle of dust, oops, she forgot to dust today, and tugs down on her baby-t, the large white letters screaming, "DO NOT DISTURB" in the gloom of her small room. She had appreciated the place to stay, but, alas, she found the copy of the wedding license. "It is not polite to overstay your welcome," she hears her etiquette teacher, from a half forgotten life, whisper in her ear.

With a half smile, she stomps down the stair, nicking small objects here and there; nothing valuable. Slender fingertips gently slip over the magickal artifacts and tools scattered about Khareth's home. She had learned a lot here, and was happy for him. The house had been her home, for awhile, at least. She would miss the familiar smells, the company...the bed! But, she did have all that money Daddy sent with her...maybe she would buy a place of her own!

Her sketchbook, the full one, was left on her bed. A gift for the man who overlooked her...eccentricites, and honestly cared what happened to a crazy chic from Earth.

With a slightly mournful sigh, and yet a whistful smile, she leaves her resignation on the kitchen counter. It is a completely nuked and incinerated meatloaf. He will get the picture. ;)

Val is now off to seek out something else...perhaps a relationship of her own. If nothing, Rhy'din is slowly teaching her how to at least ACT normal...but hey, the crazy ones always make the best lovers, right?!