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[Cezanne Abella]

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A note is tied to his foot:

My Dearest Morio,

The precious moments that slip hopelessly between us threaten to drive me mad. Thoughts unwind gently in my heart and mind of our spirits and bodies entwining in ways no two lovers have ever known. You must feel it too. I cannot be alone in my desires. And yet I sit these many hours alone, craving your touch, your taste. I must be yours, Morio, and you mine. I will never rest until we are one, complete in ourselves.

I must see you again. Can you spare a few moments from your duty to fair Cove to spend with me in blissful repose? Until then, my heart burns brightly for you...

Always,
Cezanne

[Morio_Kitsune]

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Cazanne,

We need to talk.... when can we meet?

Morio.
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cezanna "No, he is a fair and faithful man, Ranna"
Ranna "That's how kitsune are.. well.. I dunno about Iruka.."

[Cezanne Abella]

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Cezanne read the note carefully, word by word, twice before writing a response. This did not sound promising, but there must be some way that she could show him. She had to find a way. She wrote the response and tied it carefully to the sparrow's foot, watched him flutter again to the top of the gate, and wrapped herself in shadow to wait...

Fairest Morio,

Can you meet me at 7:00 by the Eastern Skies? I will come to you, wherever you wish me to be. Until that moment, and for the rest of my life, my heart will beat only for you...

Peace Be With You,
Cezanne

[Cezanne Abella]

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(Cezanne attaches a small parcel to the letter and leaves it on Morio's doorstep. Her long bouncy curls are shorn, and what is left is awkwardly short, barely peeking out from beneath a gypsy's headdress. The gentle sparrow's broken corpse lies down the path, the bird having outlived his usefulness.)

My Dearest Love Morio,

I waited for you, but you did not come to me. I know there is a rational explanation for this, as I cannot believe you don't feel as I do. You must have been ill, or maybe you fell asleep. Or perhaps the sparrow failed to find you. Our connection has only grown stronger in our time apart. I feel it when you are thinking of me. I know when your mind settles on thoughts of us entwined in a bed of leaffall with naught but our souls to separate our flesh. And I know that you desire a token of my love, that you may keep me with you always. And so I have made this sacrifice for you: I have cut off my hair to make the tassel enclosed, that you may wear it on your belt and know that my heart is with you in times of both peace and war. My hair will grow back, just as our love with grow and flourish evermore. I hope to see you again soon, with all my heart. Please wear this tassel in good health and warm wishes...

Yours Evermore,
Cezanne