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My dearest Kiera, the one that brings light to an otherwise cloudy day,
I grow weary without your voice to carry me on to tomorrow, and i ask if i might hear the song of your words once more. Perhaps as we converse over the drink of coffee at the sing-song cafe? Its a quaint place near Grendal's music department, a place i find myself grasping onto more, yet also pushing away, as it is my last quarter at the university. It would be an honor to see you, let it lift my spirits and carry me upon this new chapter of my life with a degree, and if i dare wish, you, in my to be new life.
I deeply wish to hear more about yourself, last we talked circumstances were quite chaotic. My heart aches at the memory of getting separated from your side during that confusing, and alarming event. Quell my fears, if nothing else, and let me gaze upon you in all your grace, as i worried for many a long night as to your well being.
A Kirin who would be enchanted to be called your own;
Abrus waited at the cafe, his fingers drumming against the wood of the small window side booth he had reserved for himself, and hopefully, Kiera. He tucked a strand of his long hair back behind his ear, and looked into the reflection the window offered to reassure himself that he looked his best for when the lady walked through the door. He heard the bell as the door opened and spun around, expectant to see the kirin of his dreams. Abrus scowled to himself as it was just another nightmare or some obviously lesser race, here to soil his good mood. Abrus turned back to the window, the drumming of his fingers growing quicker as his heart beat with nerves.
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