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26 July 2008 @ 03:53 pm
Marisol - Letters (Open)  
Mi Querida,

There was rarely a day that went by that Marisol couldn't find a minute or two to write. She'd told him that she would write as often as she could. Some days it was easier to find that spare minute than others.

I hope this letter finds you well. There have been movements on the front, as you well know. Word is slow to get back and even though I know I shouldn't, I worry about my family. There's a small part of me that feels cowardly for being here in the Bastillion, but I know I have my role and my duties to perform.

No matter how hard she tried to keep talk of war out of her letters, they always found a way into them. It was hard to avoid talking about that which surrounded her every moment of every day. So, a few words would leak there way in, but she tried hard to keep things to a minimum.

Despite the smoke in the distance, the sunsets remain beautiful. A good friend of mine once told me to appreciate things like a beautiful sunset. The soft sound of rain. Amazing how I find myself doing things like that a bit more often that before. For example, there's a new flower in the garden. In all my years wandering through the gardens, I'd never seen it before. Or maybe it'd always been there and I just never noticed it until now. Perhaps, one day I'll show it to you. Share a sunset. The gardens are nice during a sunset.

Part of that was wishful thinking, that his patrols around the Bastillion and her meanderings would cross in the gardens. Part of it was a hint of a message that she'd be there if his patrols ever sent him that way.

I miss the taste of a sweet strawberry and other fruits that have since become a bit scarce. I enjoy a good plate of fruit on occasion. It's not my favorite food, but it's right up there with a few other items. What's your favorite food? If you could have anything you wished to eat, what is it you would ask for? Perhaps I'll learn to cook it.

Marisol tried to share a little bit of herself in each letter she sent. Small things such as her favorite color (red), favorite time of day (sunrise, sunset). Small stories of when she was growing up ranging from the first time she held a knife in her hand to the time she had a kitten that would catch mice and try to teach her how to catch mice as well. Little tidbits that would allow him to get to know her a bit better. Focus on something other than the war around them.

I do hope all is well, that you are safe and content. I look forward to the day where our paths will cross.

Know that I love you.

~Mari


She cut a small lock of her hair, tied a red ribbon around the lock and placed it and a dried hibiscus flower from the gardens in a small handkerchief. Carefully, she folded the handkerchief containing the contents and placed everything in an envelope. The letter would then be sent on its way.