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After sitting down on the cliff edge over looking the river flowing through Aquor, Rose pauses a moment to watch lazy snow flakes drift into the turbulent water. Out of her pack she takes a small crumpled note and a delicate ceramic pot of clothing dye. Using a sewing needle, she deftly writes a response to the words already on the note.
"My dear Wilful Shadow,
When our eyes met across that dimly lit cavern I knew we shared a brief moment where our souls connected, but you broke my heart when you stabbed it with your dagger and wounded my spirit when you said I wasn't worth your time.
Perhaps we shall meet again my Wilful Shadow, and perhaps it will be me that will tug at your heart.
yours truly
A Wilted Rose
A Wilted Rose
PS When you walk, you're about as quiet as a Goblin being violated by an Ogre!"
With a sly grin, Rose leaves the crumpled note in the shadow of the cave mouth before turning away and skipping down the road.