[Mkguild] Elvmere's New Duties (2/2)

[C. Matthias]

Metamor Keep: Elvmere's New Duties
by Charles Matthias

2/2


Later did not arrive with musical training. The 
Temple possessed a number of instruments donated 
over the years though most were old and in need 
of upkeep. Little had been done to care for them 
in the years since Three Gates and Elvmere spent 
a portion of his time checking strings, polishing 
brass, and tuning each before practice began. 
There were a few other acolytes who helped clean 
and repair, but after apprenticing with Malger 
the raccoon knew techniques lost to the Lothanasi 
and Celine was quick to assign him this responsibility.

He listened to the small ensemble of teenage 
girls and boys chant the ancient prayers while he 
tested the notes of a flute. The silver was 
tarnished and gave each note a dull, almost flat 
quality. Malger would have wrung something sweet 
from so sour a tone. Elvmere chuffed at the 
thought of the lecherous marten intoning a 
timeless melody with neither meter nor verse to 
guide the prayers of the faithful.

Celine watched the acolytes from the corner of 
her eye as she instructed a young girl newly 
transformed into a robin with reddish-orange 
breast. The song bird kept adding trills and 
warbles to the chants which both amused and 
annoyed the other singers. It only embarrassed 
her and Elvmere hoped she would be able to master 
her voice again. Elvmere realized he was staring 
when Celine caught his gaze and he lowered his eyes to his flute.

The general cacophony of each musician doing 
whatever they liked lasted for another ten 
minutes before Celine stood and bid the robin 
rejoin the other singers. Elvmere stretched, 
wiped his hands on his robes, and then lifted the 
tuned flute to his muzzle. The mistress of 
acolytes led them through several ancient songs, 
the melodies for most slow and without beat, 
allowing the prayers to be drawn out and 
overlaid, shifting the emphasis from one petition 
to the next in an almost hypnotic calm. In some 
ways it was similar to the chants the Patildor 
sang during Liturgy, with long-breathed passages 
and sometimes static harmonies shifting only 
suddenly before resolving to the home tone.

But there was also a use of polyphony absent to 
the Patildor. The voices of the singers and the 
instruments were sometimes subdivided when 
petitions to each of the gods were offered. The 
character of the trumpet in its royalty and 
bombast sometimes suited paeans to Kammoloth and 
others the marshaling of Dokorath's armies. A 
duet between a man and a woman in perfect 
intervals spoke of the faithful and fruitful love 
blessed by Velena. The singing of many voices in 
consonance reflected the balance of health sought 
from Akkala. The thrumming of strings recalled 
the rhythm of the sea when Wvelkim was called. 
And the flute was used to mimic birdsong when 
seeking good fortune in a hunt from Artela or for 
its brightness to recall the flickering of 
Yajiit's flames. At times, Elvmere wondered 
whether they were offering prayers to many gods 
at once or acting out a scene from the Nine Heavens.

A handful of acolytes gathered at the rear of the 
Temple to listen to them practice, but most 
continued with their duties even if beastly ears 
turned. A few worshipers knelt in prayer; Elvmere 
recognized the capybara baker among them, but the 
rest were unfamiliar. He'd met the baker once 
shortly after becoming a raccoon, but if Gregor 
recognized him he gave no sign. For the most part 
Elvmere lost himself in the sung prayers, his 
claws gentle upon the tarnished flute, drawing 
out a thin melody to hang in the air with only a few breaths.

A commotion at the rear of the temple drew 
everyone's eyes. Elvmere's jowls bristled in 
surprise when he saw a pair of figures enter the 
temple and turn immediately toward the doorway at 
the rear leading to Lothanasa Raven's office. One 
was the elf-touched priestess and the other was 
the very same young feline girl who had given 
Elvmere a tour of the temple when he'd first come 
to Metamor in the company of Patriarch Akabaieth. 
Both had been away on a journey Elvmere had only 
heard whispers of not long after the plague had 
been defeated and the gates of the city opened again.

Even Celine, on seeing the distraction of her 
musicians, turned her head and almost jumped. 
Merai cast a glance in her direction and, at such 
a great distance, appeared to offer the head 
acolyte a smile, before disappearing into the 
hall to Raven's office. Celine blinked after her, 
then turned back to her musicians and lifted a stilling hand.

“Aye, Priestess Merai and Priestess Tessa have 
returned from their journey. No, I know not how 
it went, but thank the gods both are alive and 
well. We will learn if her mission was a success 
in time. I'm sure they have much to share with 
the Lothanasa and I'm sure they need their rest. 
I do not want to see any of you pestering them 
with questions or starting rumors about them!”

A few of the girls still leaned their heads 
together to whisper. Celine narrowed her eyes. 
“And if I see any of you doing so, you'll spend 
an entire week cleaning the dove room.” Every 
head immediately snapped back to attention and 
all whispers ceased. Celine smiled, firm and 
sure. “Now, we have music to practice. Start 
again from the beginning. Remember, these are 
prayers to the Aedra, the more beautiful and the 
more your soul pours into them, the more pleasing they will be.”

Elvmere cast a brief glance at the now shut door 
before lifting the flute to his snout. If he was 
meant to learn they would tell him.

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It was a relief to finally be able to doff the 
brown robes; he felt cooler almost immediately. 
Tamsin, who had changed out of his guard tunic on 
returning to the Temple, chortled at the 
raccoon's foolishness and then said, “There's 
been a few winter days when I've kept them on. My fur isn't as thick as yours.”

“Tapirs live in warmer countries than this,” 
Elvmere agreed as he patted down his tunic to 
make sure it was still presentable. “Raccoon's 
are native to these colder climes. If not for 
modesty, then the fur would be enough on a hot Summer's day!”

“I imagine there's a few girls who wouldn't 
mind!” Tamsin nudged him in the shoulder with a 
wink before pulling his tunic on and lacing it 
tight. Elvmere chuffed and shook his head.

“Celine told me we're to serve as temple guards 
tonight. What do we need to do?”

“Mostly stand at the doors and keep watch on the 
comings and goings.” Tamsin lifted his robes in 
his hands and gave them a quick sniff. He lifted 
his snout away and bundled the fabric as tight as 
he could before tucking it under his arm. “If 
somebody tries to come into the Temple and cause 
mischief we knock them on the head and drag them off to the Watch.”

Elvmere's eyes widened. “Does it happen?”

“One time last year, but the fellow was drunk. 
The lizard Watch lady I brought him to seemed to 
know him; he did too by his bawling.” Tamsin 
laughed and shook his head. “Most of the time we 
just talk or see what else the night brings. Our shift lasts until midnight.”

“We don't get much sleep as guards.”

“Patrol is much the same. Raccoon's are night 
creatures; don't you have trouble sleeping at night?”

Elvmere shook his head. “I don't seem to.” He 
straightened his guard tunic one last time and 
grunted, tail flicking side to side as his eyes 
cast a quick glance around their sleeping 
quarters. They were the only acolytes there, the 
rest were out preparing for the dusk offering of 
incense. “But I don't have any trouble staying awake either.”

“Good! A guard must always be on alert.” Tamsin 
looked the raccoon over once and grunted in 
approval. “Come, let's get our weapons and take 
our place.” He dumped his smelly robe in a basket 
near the doors and waited for Elvmere to follow him.

“Right, weapons,” Elvmere flexed his empty hands and sighed.

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The spear Tamsin handed him rolled awkwardly in 
his paws as the two of them stood watch at the 
main doors of the Lightbringer Temple. Dozens of 
Lothanasi came and went for prayers; those who 
left whispered about the return of Merai and 
Elvmere could not help but overhear their rampant speculation about her.

“'Ere's a haunted look in 'er eye. Some'in bad happened.”

“She looks so happy to be home!”

“I 'ear she went to cursed Elderwood; evil things lurkin' there.”

“I heard Merai found the source of the plague in 
Kelewair! It was the bloody phergolds!”

“The trip did her good; have you e'er seen her so healthy?”

“It's so good to have more than one Priestess in Metamor again!”

“Ye see th' way she walks? She be runnin' from somethin'!”

“Wounded in battle with some great evil, I hear!”

Elvmere and Tamsin exchanged glances as the 
rumors swirled about their ears. Everyone was so 
preoccupied with sharing whatever they heard – or 
made up – about Merai they did not even notice 
the raccoon and tapir standing watch. Certainly 
none spared either of them more than a passing 
glance. Elvmere had been anxious when he'd first 
stepped out of the Temple and took up his post; 
what if someone recognized him and called him by 
his old name? Or worse, his old title?

But what was a raccoon next to the return of the 
Aedra-blessed priestess of Metamor? Elvmere was 
not sure if he was more chagrined or relieved.

He continued to roll the spear in his paws, eyes 
glancing up at the metal point at its tip. When 
he'd been a boy he'd carried something similar in 
liturgical processions for the Patildor; only 
then it had been the Yew at the top. He'd fancied 
himself bearing the mightiest of weapons then. 
What a paltry thing a spear-tip was in comparison.

Humility. All in life have duty. Some are roses 
and others are wildflowers. The wildflowers are 
important too and must play their part.

“Hold it still,” Tamsin noted after the last 
group passed out of earshot. “You don't want 
everyone to know it's your first time do you?”

“No one even notices us,” Elvmere replied as he 
curled his fingers tight around the spear. “All 
they can think about is Priestess Merai.”

Tamsin nodded. “It's all we'll hear about from the other acolytes too.”

“Do you know where she and Priestess Tessa went? 
All I know is one day they both left on a journey 
and nobody would talk about it.”

Tamsin lifted his snout and narrowed his eyes. 
“Nay, I know nothing. I know she's been through a 
lot these last few years. I wasn't here when she 
became a priestess but I've been told Yajiit 
herself appeared! The Aedra have put in more 
appearances here since Merai arrived then they 
had in the last hundred years. She's special and 
is meant for something. But I've no idea what it could be!”

“We're all meant for something,” Elvmere noted. 
“Not a one of us was created without a purpose. Sometimes it surprises us.”

“Like how both of us ended up here as acolytes!” 
Tamsin laughed and stretched out his back, 
dragging his heavy hoof-like toes across the 
stone with a steely scratch. “I'm glad you're 
here. It's a lot of fun getting you ready for patrol!”

Elvmere grunted. “I mean no ill toward you, 
Tamsin, but I hope serving on Metamor's patrol 
isn't my purpose. I thought I knew my purpose 
once, but now... now I am trying to figure it out 
again.” He turned his snout and chuffed. “You 
will have to relearn it again someday too. I 
don't think you'll be an acolyte all your life.”

“Few are,” Tamsin granted and drummed his thick 
nails along the spear clutched in his hands. “You still seem to love music.”

He must believe I wanted to be a traveling bard; I've never said otherwise.

“Aye. But we are more than duty.”

Tamsin started to reply but his ears lifted as 
another round of footfalls echoed up the hall 
toward the Lightbringer temple. They stood at 
attention and offered pleasant smiles to the 
half-dozen Keepers who did all they could to keep 
from rushing toward the doors. One of them, a 
human man whose muscled physique and age implied 
he'd once been a woman, turned to the tapir and 
asked, “Is it true Priestess Merai has returned?”

Tamsin nodded his head and broadened his smile as 
much as his long cheeks and snout would allow. 
“Aye, she has. Even now she assists the Lothanasa 
with the dusk sacrifices. You are not too late if 
you wish to join the prayers.”

“Ah, thank you,” the man replied for what Elvmere 
concluded was his family, though given they were 
all different species and ages, it was hard to 
tell what their relationships must be. Was this 
man the father – and perhaps the mother before 
the curses were cast – or was he merely the most 
sociable of the lot? Was the young boy a child or 
a man trapped in a child's body? He saw two women 
among them; were either a wife or mother, or was 
the other grown man – now a wolf – the original 
father now forced into a pitiable relationship?

After they passed through the doors, Elvmere and 
Tamsin relaxed a little and the raccoon turned to 
his friend to ask, “Did you know them?”

“I've seen them before in the Temple and some at 
training for patrol, but no I don't know them,” 
Tamsin admitted. “Keeptowne is a big city. Did 
you see any bigger ones on your travels?”

“A few.” Elvmere glanced back down the hall. 
“Big, small, they are all filled with people. 
None so unusual a people as here though!”

Tamsin laughed. “In sooth! But where did you go?”

“Oh, we traveled through western Sathmore keeping 
close to the mountains most of the time. We spent 
a little time in Silvassa and then crossed into 
Pyralis and made our way to Breckaris. Afterwards 
we parted ways and I began my journey home.” His 
claws dug into the wooden haft, wishing he could 
think of some way to change the subject.

“But how did you manage it as a raccoon?”

“Oh, we had talismans to cloak us beneath an 
illusion. Mine was lost on the return journey, 
but I'm sure Malger and Murikeer have theirs.”

Not truly lost. I still have the pieces in a 
little pouch hidden within my small chest of clothes.

Tamsin shook his head and drummed his fingers on 
the spear. “Maybe one day we won't need such 
things. Were the mountains as beautiful as ours?”

Elvmere tipped his head back and closed his eyes, 
imagining the rolling peaks of the Sathmore range 
and the trees carpeting them. “They were 
beautiful, but a different beauty. The mountains 
of Sathmore are not as large nor as rocky. Snow 
tops some of them, but many are covered in a 
deep, lush green, and where they opened up we 
could see fields of wildflowers in a burst of 
color. The streams flowing from their sides were frigid cold.”

“I've been in the Dragon Mountains,” Tamsin noted 
with a wistful eye. “Until the trees stop they 
are much the same. Perhaps your first patrol will take us there!”

“Aye, it might. How long before the patrol?” 
Elvmere relaxed somewhat seeing the tapir's enthusiasm.

“Well, it depends on your training, but in two to 
three weeks I suspect. We...” They both 
straightened as their ears heard the sound of 
footfalls from within the temple. Another gaggle 
of worshipers opened the doors and walked back 
into the Keep, murmuring in wonder and smelling 
faintly of the familiar dusk incense. They did 
not spare either tapir or raccoon watching them a glance.

Being a guard is not my purpose in life. I hope.

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The long hours until midnight were at first 
filled with brief conversations interrupted by 
the comings and goings of the faithful. Not long 
after the dusk sacrifices were complete the halls 
turned empty. Tamsin and he spoke for a while of 
the rigors of patrol and Elvmere managed to keep 
the conversation there. Eventually as night 
settled in words faded and each enjoyed the 
privacy of their thoughts. So close to the 
solstice there were only a few hours to wait 
until midnight came, but those were hours Elvmere 
could use to resume pondering the first principles he had begun to sketch.

By himself the raccoon was unable to master his 
thoughts. His mind swirled with patrol training 
and promises of ancient Lothanasi stories. He 
trembled, afraid he would falter in a time of 
need on patrol and enemies would claim Tamsin or 
another friend. Another part of him feared more 
he might enjoy it or prove proficient at it and 
find himself, like Tamsin, dedicated to the task 
of guiding other acolytes in their martial duties.

He wondered about the stories Master Weiland 
intended for him. Were they like the parables and 
histories of the Patildor he knew since his first 
youth? Or were they more of the character of the 
fanciful whimsies the Writer's Guild of Metamor 
concocted? He suspected there was a little of 
both, each intended to teach some lesson to help 
guide the faithful in their lives. Wisdom was 
what Master Weiland wished him to learn.

Was he a young man again because he'd never truly 
learned it in his first life?

Philosophy was a comfort; but he needed to find 
the foundation first. All else was swirling sands and phantasms.

“Well,” Tamsin said with a long stretch, “sounds like our shift is over.”

Elvmere turned his ears and heard the sound of 
footfalls coming toward the door. There was 
something in the pace different from the 
worshipers, but he could not say what. When the 
door opened, two other acolytes dressed in the 
gray livery of temple guards emerged. The first, 
a woman who had once been a man, nodded and said, 
“Tamsin, Elvmere, good evening. Anything interesting happen?”

“Nothing really,” Tamsin replied, giving his 
snout a single lift as he and Elvmere stepped out 
of the way for the woman and the teenager with 
her. “Just the usual; lots of rumors and gossip 
and everything else. No drunks this time.”

“Those are always the best,” the woman agreed with a laugh.

Tamsin and Elvmere wished them an uneventful 
watch and then entered the Temple proper. A dozen 
paces in and the tapir offered him his spear. 
“Elvmere, since it's your first night on guard 
duty you get to put the gear away. I'll check and 
make sure you did it right in the morning!”

“I'll do my best. Good night, Tamsin. May the gods bless you.”

“And you,” Tamsin flashed him another smile 
before shuffling off toward the acolyte's chambers.

Elvmere carried both spears to the weapon room 
off the main corridor and carefully returned them 
to the rack where they'd claimed them hours ago. 
He took a moment to straighten them, making sure 
all of the metal points were aligned, before 
turning to follow the tapir to sleep.

To his surprise, a young feline was just stepping 
out of the doorway leading to the archives. She 
was dressed in the white of a priestess and 
Elvmere chuffed when he realized it was Merai. 
The priestess flicked her ears and tail up when 
she caught sight of the raccoon standing only a 
few feet from her. Her hand flew to her chest and 
in a happy sigh exclaimed, “Oh, Elvmere! You 
startled me! And I thought cats were quiet on their paws.”

“I was straightening the weapons and trying not 
to disturb anyone,” Elvmere admitted in as quiet 
a voice as he could manage. “It is good to see you safely home, Merai.”

“Home,” Merai murmured and ran one hand along the 
door jamb up to the lintel. “It is a comfort... 
there are many joys and many struggles in these 
walls. So many good people I have loved. Even 
their memories welcome me back.” A smile twitched 
her whiskers. “We have not had a chance to speak since you joined us.”

“Nay. But you have had a weary day of travel; you should get your rest.”

“I am sure to sleep the moment I lay down! But a 
few minutes at least, Elvmere. Come; in with the weapons.”

Before Elvmere could object the girl who in age 
was younger even than he appeared to be swept 
past him and back among the rows of spears, 
swords, and shields. Elvmere followed, jowls set 
tight, and eased the door shut behind them. Merai 
gazed upward at a polished suit of armor 
emblazoned with the crest of Dokorath ensconced 
in the rear of the chamber. She did not turn to 
face him; her tail batted from side to side in the languorous way of cats.

“I know you must have suffered greatly, Elvmere, 
to place yourself in our care. You welcome me 
home knowing you will never see your own again. 
How can your heart not ache for what you lost?”

Elvmere sighed and crossed his arms. “It does. I 
ache for it every day. I know the Pantheon is 
real and I want to learn more about them and to 
love them; and sometimes I know I do. But the 
heart's first love, the love I had as a child, 
cannot be forgot. The pain is part of the love. 
The Patildor Liturgy and its sequence of daily 
prayers were the bread and breath of my life for 
fifty years. I am a starving man learning to eat 
a different food who enjoys the taste but still 
wishes for the merest tidbit of the old. And I 
cannot help but wonder which is the true food, or 
whether we need both, or if there isn't some 
other possibility I have not considered.” He 
wriggled his jowls and added, “Until I figure it 
out, this is where I am and I must make of it a new home.”

Merai smiled, feline eyes glancing downward for a 
moment before returning to the raccoon's face. “I 
think I understand what you mean; and even if you 
are able to return to your first home, it will never be the same.”

“Aye. But it is not they who have changed but I. 
Elvmere's fur can never fit into Vinsah's skin.”

“Nor Merai of today into Merai of yesterday.” Her 
eyes betrayed a hurt. He had tried not to wonder 
what had happened to the young priestess on her 
journey; now he pondered if any of the rumors he'd heard touched the truth.

“Did something happen on your journey?”

“Aye and nay.” Merai looked askance and she 
seemed to stare through the walls for several 
seconds, her tail unnaturally still, before 
shaking her head and clutching her hand to her 
chest. “I learned things... often because 
something I expected to happen did not. Like you, 
I wonder what the truth is, but my first love is 
still my first love. And then there's Brother 
Calvis...” She laughed, her voice coy as a young 
girl smitten by a handsome man. “You know, the 
Curse has made you quite handsome as well, 
especially when dressed as a temple guard! You 
probably turned a few eyes and tails today.”

Elvmere felt a flush of embarrassment. “I fear 
they could only think of your return.”

“In sooth. But what of the Silvassan priestess, 
Nylene? I saw how you looked at her when you first came to us.”

His embarrassment flared. “An infatuation. She 
saved my life and I had but her for company the 
whole of my trip here. I've been... chaste for so 
long, and committed to a life given to the 
Patildor I doubt I could truly fall in love.”

You offered to marry her so you could be together.

Merai shook her head. “Infatuation is how it 
begins. Love doesn't stay there. Love grows and 
like ivy, binds two together so even when the 
flame of passion ends, the real love, the real 
yearning for the good of the beloved, is the only 
thing left. Suspira seeks to corrupt passion and 
keep us there so we can never really love. Velena 
guides us to see the wonders beyond passion. If 
Velena has placed this love in your heart do not push it aside, Elvmere.”

“No matter what I may feel for her or she for me, 
she loves Silvassa more and will not risk the Curses.”

“You journeyed all across Galendor already; in 
time even we will walk openly in those lands.”

Elvmere nodded and sighed, tightening his arms 
across his chest. His tail flicked from leg to 
leg in agitation. “Perhaps. Perhaps. I will think on it.”

Merai offered him an amused, yet sympathetic 
glance. “I could order you to write her, acolyte, 
as an act of devotion to Velena.”

“Heh! I suppose I should do so then to be faithful to the gods.”

“Do not be mocking now.”

He curled his jowls. “I am not! I meant it. I 
have not given much thought to Velena and what I 
can offer her. Perhaps trying to be honest with 
my heart and honest before those whom my heart 
seeks is the right offering to make.” Elvmere's 
words were firm but he felt no confidence. Rather 
he was a man falling into a deep chasm wondering 
if there were any hands to rescue him. In whom was he placing his trust?

Merai stepped toward him and offered him a 
comforting smile. “I know it is awkward for you 
to become Lothanasi, Elvmere. Much must change 
for you and much already has. Here you stand 
dressed as a temple guard! I saw you are training 
with Tamsin. Are you going on patrol soon?”

“In a few weeks I think. I haven't played with 
swords since I was a young boy. Tamsin says I'm going to be fine.”

“He's a good judge. You'll be fine. Perhaps in a 
few years you'll help other young acolytes with 
their patrols. Strange things happen in Metamor!”

“Indeed they do!”

“I know of your musical work. What else are you learning?”

“Well, I have work in the Scriptorium copying old 
manuscripts. And after I return from patrol I am 
to be apprenticed to Master Weiland to learn the 
ancient stories. I fear my time as apprentice to Malger is following me here!”

“Weiland is an archive all to himself. You will 
do well to listen attentively to him. You will 
learn not only what Lothanasi think but how we see the world.”

“The world is the same no matter how you see it,” 
Elvmere noted. “But I will listen and learn.”

Merai nodded and took another step closer. “Good. 
And this autumn I will ask Celine to partner you 
with Christopher so you might be tested for 
magical ability. I expect you to give it your 
best. Perhaps you have even more hidden talents than you knew.”

Elvmere chuffed and nodded. “Of course, Sister.”

“Now, thank you very much for talking with me, 
Elvmere. I think I am ready for sleep. We should 
talk more. Perhaps next time you can tell me more 
of the Patildor. We both want... need... to know 
more. Good night! The Light bless you!” She did 
not give him time to reply to her enigmatic 
comment before slipping past the still swirling raccoon and out the door.

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“Did you get lost?” Tamsin asked him as Elvmere 
climbed into the bunk above the tapir's.

Elvmere leaned his head over and whispered, 
“Priestess Merai was there and wanted someone to 
talk to before sleep. Nay, I learned nothing of 
what she endured; she only asked after my training.”

Tamsin snorted and shook his snout back and forth. “Did she seem all right?”

“I think so. If we need to learn what came to pass we will.”

“Ah well, then it is enough. I'll say another 
prayer of thanksgiving for her and priestess 
Tessa's return. Get your sleep now, we've practice again tomorrow!”

Elvmere chortled under his breath and lay down 
hands folded over his chest. A prayer stumbled from his thoughts.

Velena, I do not know how I truly feel about 
Nylene or what she feels. Help me understand and 
do what is right. If I must give all to be by her 
side, help me do so. If it is not to be, help me find the love I should have.

Akkala, whatever hurt lies in the heart of 
priestess Merai, bring her solace and healing.

Dokorath, help me find my bravery to defend my brothers and sisters of Metamor.

Samekkh, help me learn the stories of wisdom given to the Lothanasi.

He blinked and in the smallest place in his heart he whispered a final prayer.

Eli, please do not abandon me.

Elvmere closed his eyes, claws curling into his 
chest fur. Duty would greet him in the morning. 
He hoped his Lady would greet him in his dreams. Until then.

First principles...

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THE END

May He bless you and keep you in His grace and love,

Charles Matthias
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