Raye,
Time seems to get away from me. That's probably no surprise to you, I've always been one to misplace things. I had a moment though and figured I would send my love. Others will never really understand why I continue to try when I receive nothing to encourage me to continue. Of course they don't really know that I send these as much for myself as they are for you.
I passed by a shop today, the front windows were full of high heals. The sight reminded me of you. I had the urge to go in and have one of the sales ladies try them on, but somehow I don't think the effect would be nearly as good as the real thing. The real thing, hard to picture it anymore it's been so long. I wonder if perhaps you could give me a recent pic, assuming you can find a camera that won't steal your soul in the process. I probably should have taken more when I had you available eh' Hindsight and all that.
Where do I begin....or does that stuff I have written constitute a beginning" If I say it does then I suppose I am looking for a decent middle here. There is no real middle, you might be interested in knowing Tara has been seen out and about quite often lately. True enough she seems to be obsessing over that ranger guy, Gren. I don't like the way he makes her cry sometimes. Makes me want to punch him in the face, but then I think that would make her cry too. The world isn't fair sometimes.
You know, I used to watch you sometimes. Not pervy, more like a fascination with your grace. Do you still glide across broken pavement as though you were walking on air" Does it bother you that I noticed? Maybe I shouldn't have gone there, but in all seriousness it was a very defining feature. Others try to be that way, and I am prone to notice. I am still a guy after all. The real point I suppose is that you never seemed like you needed to try, it just was. Forget it, I don't know where I was going with that though anyway. I suppose it is my way of saying I miss you.
I do miss you,
Kruger
My dearest of friends,
So negligent I have been in correspondence. I assumed, perhaps wrongly, that Jack might have passed on a few words during one of our meetings when I came back in from the cold. You always said not to trust him, and in these sorts of circumstances, I do not. With my life, however, he has never failed me and I will always trust him to find a way to bring me back alive. He has done so for us both and for that we should both be ever-grateful to the man.
Now that the unpleasant business is out of the way, you might like to know that my mission is over and I am in the process of being debriefed before coming home. Funny that I call RhyDin home but it has become so. Perhaps due to the people more than the place, though I find the insanity of the city a welcome embrace at times. I belong there.
I write ahead of my arrival with the hope that you might go to Corlanthis and obtain some of my money and find me suitable quarters. The last place I stayed was my loft and I don't feel any urge to return there at this time given the circumstances in which I left. I also won't burden Corlanthis by overtaking his home as I have so many times in the past. I think it is obvious why I cannot stay at the Inn or any hotel in the city. Besides, I think I need my own space and perhaps solitude. It has been so very long since I have been alone while not working. I have always filled my time with some distraction or other in order to prevent myself from having to deal with life. I think it is time to face life on my own terms.
So, my dear friend, it may not be at all long until you see me gliding across that broken pavement in heels again as you mentioned in your letter.
~R.
