Okay, so I was going through my old files and came across the 1st chapter of this little story and I just couldn't help but write a second chapter! Now, if I could only finish the other stuff I was working on...

Disclaimer: Libba Bray genius and artist Me caveman and part time finger painter

Words Rewritten

Dos

Dear Kartik,

It is good to finally hear from you. It worries me, your being alone in that city with the Rakshana on the prowl. Still, it sounds like you are fine and I suppose I must comfort myself with that knowledge.

All is well here. The gypsies have been spotted not 30 miles south of Spence and with their return there is hope that the weather will finally break. Despite the fact that we have moved on from archery (which I had yet to truly master) to Polo (which I cannot seem to get a handle on either) life remains as dull and repetitive as ever before. The only solace I have is when I venture into the Realms.

Oh, I do wish you could see how beautiful they are, truly. Anything you want, your wildest dreams, can be found there. You must let me take you there when I next meet you. Really! Felicity and Ann would not have to follow; I take solely us. And we could be alone. Then you could show me what India is really like...

–Oh dear, scribble, scribble, crumple–

Dear Kartik,

Despite your rather short letter, I gather that you are doing well. I too am doing fine, having gotten over the illness I obtained over Christmas. The gypsies are making their return now and with that I hope the weather will break.

The Realms are looking as lovely as ever. I visit them weekly and have made more allies since I last spoke with you. You will have to let me take you to them when next we meet; there is so much to learn, so much history. There are statues and hyroglyphics from all different cultures scattered throughout. In fact, I saw one such effigy that reminded me undoubtedly of you. It had the same high cheek bones, the same big eyes, the same soft, delectable lips that would just be perfect fo—

—Blast!, rip, rip, rip----

Dear Kartik-

It sounds as though you are alright so I will have to take your word for it. I am well too. Please be careful yourself; I am not the only one they are after now.

Take care,

Gemma

Well, that was short, but fun to write. I'm really not too good at figuring out what Gemma would write. I know what she'd think but not what she'd neccisarily say. Kartik's is definitely my favorite.