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A restaurant receipt - I love you.

A hotel business card - I miss you so much.

A postcard from Vancouver - Just had the most amazing thunderstorm.

A scrap of lined paper - Shitty morning, better afternoon. ♥

A postcard from Detroit - I don't know whether I'm writing these to you or to me.
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She sighs. She keeps reading.

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More of the same - snippets of his life, the constant refrain of I love you, I miss you.

After a while, a letter, looking somewhat the worse for wear - some of these things bear hints of how they were destroyed, and this one was apparently cried on profusely and then burned.
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This letter is crushed a little in her hand and pressed to her lips, not quite in a kiss, and then she puts it away and moves on.

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The tone of the postcards changes a little, after the letter; fewer of them just say 'I miss you', and the rest are somewhat happier.

There are still a lot of them.

And as the years of one-sided correspondence wear by, the 'I miss you's start creeping back in.



One postcard, from Quebec City, says: Augustine died. I didn't even know. Talked to her last night and she says she's not coming back. Fuck.

Subsequent postcards take on a darker tone. He's not happy; he misses her. There are moments of joy, and he tells her about most of them, but there's a melancholy edge to it even when he's talking about the amazing waffles he had this morning or how gorgeous the Aurora is from the air.
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Amariah reads. And reads. She's not paying attention to the Dominiques anymore.
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(The Dominiques are talking quietly by themselves, across the room.)

Eventually, there is a postcard that says, Talked to your mom today. She's still adorable. I miss you so much.

And another one after a week that says, I can't do this anymore.

And the next postcard - after almost two years, the longest stretch of silence yet - says, in smallish writing:
Shit fucking hell, sweetie. I don't even know how to say this.

You have a daughter. Her name is Helen. Her daemon's Kalavar. Likes being ducklings.

I meant to have a kid - I didn't mean her to be yours. She wasn't supposed to be anyone's. I don't even know if that makes it better or worse. I don't know what happened. Fuck.
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This one is very thoroughly crushed, after she's memorized it.

She rubs her eyes. She reads the next one.
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The next one says, Helen Ianthe.

And they are almost all about Helen, now. Helen's daemon branched out from ducklings to snakes. Helen's birth blessing is gonna make Kalavar stronger than she looks and give them an easier time separating. Helen met Charlie. Helen likes strawberries. Helen's birthday is August third - well, August something, but third is what he told Charlie so that's what'll stick. Helen is playing with some other witch babies and it's cute. Helen, Helen, Helen.
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It does sound cute.

(Mercifully, Amariah's getting used to the name.)
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Helen made a friend, and now she calls Kas her mommydaddyspinach. Helen's learning dagger; Helen's learning magic. Helen likes magic. Helen probably has an ingot power, something to do with her voice.

Shura (the friend) wished she didn't have to sleep so much. A drawing of a pentagon, with a line slashed off the edge of the card like he was interrupted while drawing it - and then, Helen wished too. She said it would be more fun if you got to pick your birth blessing. She wanted grace. (The card is extremely crumpled, and the second message was obviously written after the crumpling, much more shakily.)
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Amariah stares at this one for a long time, then puts it away and draws the next.

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Took her to an aquarium with Ranata. Now she's calling Ranata a manatee. Because they're both huggable, apparently. I love this kid so much.

Next postcard just says, "Granatee" and a grinning smiley face.
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"What is it?" says Helen.

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"'Granatee'."

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Helen giggles.

"Yep! I still call her that."
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"That's adorable."

Next postcard.
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More things about Helen. She baked a cake (with help); she wants to go on a roller coaster; Kas is now her 'spinach', apparently; she wants to learn runecasting early so she can bake cake wherever she goes; 'peculiar' is her new favourite word; Kalavar really likes being dragons.

The 'become amazing at magic' project went well, apparently. For her seventh birthday, she baked a cake and gave some to everybody.

The next thing after the postcard about cake is a letter.
Helen got kidnapped. She's fine, don't worry. Some asshole witches got her lost and said they'd take her back to me, and then they did a spell to kill me instead, right under her nose. Sent Petaal after her as soon as I torched. They killed me again on the way back.

And then they wised up and put me under some kind of freezing curse. I went to sleep and the next thing I knew your mom was standing over me with a knife. Really freaked Helen out - the freezing, not the stabbing, Ranata wouldn't let her watch the stabbing, she's pissed about that but she'll get over it.

The queen found the kidnappers, got their queen to hand them over, killed them both. Still don't know what they were after. I can guess, though. Nobody's supposed to know whose daughter Helen is, but shit gets out.
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"Getting kidnapped is not fun," says Path softly.

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"It really wasn't," Helen agrees.

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Yseult hugs her.

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Back to the minutiae of Helen's life. Cake, magic, her first cloudpine, Kalavar likes being condors and albatrosses, Helen really likes flying, she's more comfortable with her ingot power now, baking her own birthday cakes is now a tradition -

She wanted to try on some clothes she saw in a store today. I let her keep 'em. She looks cute in pink.

A few days later, Turns out one of the other kids can be a real asshole about the clothes thing. Shura's not happy either, but she's trying. Also, Sue visited today and Ranata saw him, so I told her a bunch of stuff. I don't even know why you never did.

Not very long after that: FUCKING PROPHETS
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"Prophets? Is there one around?"

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