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"Hah, we'll see about that." Misha grinned. Lyah had accepted the letter with grace and silence. She walked off with the paper close to her chest. “I have something special planned for the gods tonight. How about you?"Lyah sat down in the grass and looked up at the fireworks in the sky. She wondered how they got the sparks to take such complex shapes in the air.Magic perhaps? It was nice to take her mind of her mother for a second. She hesitated as she held the sealed letter in her hands. Her fingers trembled.She was curious, yet, afraid. Afraid she was getting worked up over nothing.Carefully she released the seal from the paper.
"And he was the only one who immediately understood that I had stolen from him, but his guards were too far away. You should have seen him run on his short legs, his big fat belly bouncing from left to right.” Tarvin demonstrated the movement with his hands. Misha’s and Tarvin’s discussion started with what they were going to offer to the gods, but now Tarvin was telling Misha about his life as a thief. Misha seemed to have accepted it, since he only stole from those who could afford it and gave money to the poor. “And what did you do in the three years I was gone?”
"Dear Lyah, Since you are reading this, I guess I am no longer in the land of the living. First I want you to know that I love you with my whole heart my little flower. Second I want to tell you why I never spoke much about your father. You see it’s kinda hard to tell this without people laughing at you, but I fell in love with a god. Not the praying to the sky kind of love, but the sweaty sort. I met him at a festival like this, one honored to the summer. We talked the whole evening and later he took me to his beautiful garden. I saw him a few times after that, but at one time he stopped coming. Please don't be mad at him, this is just the way he is. He probably doesn’t even know you exist, but when he does I’m sure he will look for you" She could literally hear the words she realized. And with that realization she immediately turned her head to the left. There a farmer sat right next to her side. A golden rose in his hair reflected the light of the fireworks. He looked at her while speaking the last words of the letter. His eyes seemed wet. “Please come with me, I have much to explain to you. The other two won’t notice and you won’t be away for long if you wish,” he spoke while standing up, reaching out his hand to her.