to my friend...
there is not a day that goes by that you do not cross my mind... and not a single day that goes by that i
don't feel the pain of missing you... i still cry... maybe not as often... but only because i am getting better
at holding back the tears...and i still peek into the Corridor and expect to see you sitting in Briggand's chair, stretching
your toes, trying to touch the floor *remembering a time when i would do that as well, laughing softly* or i
expect to see you devouring the chocolate coins that Druidic Illusion had given to you... or prancing around
just so that you could hear the sound of the bells around your ankle... but... you aren't coming back.. this i
know in my mind.. but have yet been able to accept within my heart...
i miss your laughter... i miss the sparkle of mischief in your eyes... i miss the times that we would talk for
hours about everything... and about nothing... i miss the hours we spent together in training, as you tried
to teach me to be a slave.. you had so much patience with me... even tho you knew i could never make it
as a kajira *hoping i have spelled that right..* but how i enjoyed watching you serve.. knowing how happy
you were when doing so... you are my beautiful sister... and i miss you tremendously...
you are resting with the angels.. for that i am grateful... i love you calypso... *smashing a bottle at the base
of my tree.. and watching as the shards of glass turn to crystal butterflies and flutter upward.. into the
heavens... to be with my sister*
