IC INBOX for FADE RIFT

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Gavin has a little box stuffed full of notes. Feel free to stuff one in there, if you like, or come say hi.

 

The notes may just be all doodles. 

just saying.

 

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[All that comes in return is a small packet of very dry, slightly burned cookies.

They don't taste very good, but with them comes a very quick sketch of Gavin standing with the baker.

Someone is trying to be good, Maxwell. Look he made them. And yes they are very stale by the time they arrive.]

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[Letting them sit in his tea softens them, and covers the worst of the ashy taste. He nibbles on them in the wee hours of morning, while the keep is still quiet and the sand still cool, and thinks of Gavin.

And smiles.]

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[A little time later, another letter comes. No package, this time, just some more drawings. Most of them are of Maxwell - collected sketches that Gavin had secretly done some time before, mostly while Maxwell was reading and didn't notice.

There's also a sketch of a halla, and of a star.

There are a few lines of text, crossed out a few times, but rewritten again and again until the last time is perfect:]

I miss you, Maxwell. I don't deserve you, but I miss you.