02-26-2012, 08:05 AM
Quote:Dear Boss,
How are you feeling? We miss you and Aria and Melodia in Ratchet. We hope you are feeling okay. We have not found Celes yet.
We found this post in Ratchet. I think you and me know who made this. I think you and me know who she is talking about in this. What should we do?
Earthmother and Light watch over you.
Tibalan
P.S., My Orcish is getting better! : D
Kapre smiled at the P.S. note and the little smiling face Tibalan scribbled on his letter, proud his friend and employee's language skills are improving in at least its written form. He has been staying with Reigen now, a guest in her home as his daughters sleep in a borrowed crib. He stood outside the door to his friend's mailbox, reading the letter repeatedly to understand what Tibalan was talking about. A post? Wait, did he mean "found this posted"? "found this poster?" Nevermind. Grammatical accuracy is not the issue here, but the enclosed poster, unsigned and otherwise untouched, provided in the letter. He opens it up and reads. He sighs.
Diwaata otherwise pointed out my hypocrisy, Kapre throught, in which I think that love should be combined with sensibility and the needs of your people... which means sticking to your own race. But I have reasons why I let other people pair with other races while I discouraged her to do the same. He leans against the mailbox, rubbing his ridged forehead.
I thought about doing this... but I wanted to wait until Celes and I get better. No matter. Nobody's fooled now. Maybe if I do this now, people will stop worrying about me and focus on the business. Others' love is endangered. I better defend them.
He opens the door and walks inside. He spots his daughters playing on a blanket laid on the floor, with little dolls, building blocks, and rattles for them to play with. He smiles warmly. He makes one last glance at the poster as the frown returns, though it not with anger, but with determination.
Time to battle this hate-filled poster with my own... with a touch of love.
He kisses the girls tenderly before stepping around them. He heads straight to the desk behind them and gets straight to work.
((Kapre's response will be posted in the IC forum. It'll be up later.))