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Monday, June 18, 2007

Descending Fire 8, Realm Year 768 (somewhere in Port Calin)

Aboard the Blazing Diamonds battle carrier,
docked in Port Calin

From my clockwork yeddim's howdah, away from the Port Calin town proper, Valen and I have a clear view of the stars. The yeddim is being kept about the Blazing Diamonds battle carrier, out on the docks, where the sea breeze blows gently.

I hope he appreciates my bringing him here.

"Hey," I say softly.

"Hmm?" comes his equally soft reply.

"I apologize for how I acted at your sister's wedding."

He wraps his arms around me. "I should be the one apologizing. For punching your uncle."

I giggle. "He deserved it anyway. But Valen," I snuggle to him, "try not to get into too much trouble with the Dragon-Blooded. I'd hate to see the Black Helms take you away."

"I just can't help it sometimes. It angers me that they treat people like objects that they can use for their personal gain." He sighs. "Shima? If the Realm ever require of you to hunt me down, will you?"

"If I can get away with not doing it, then I won't." I pause. "Valen, please don't do anything that will make the Realm require me to hunt you down. Promise me."

Valen pulls me closer to him, and hugs me tight. "All I care about right now is that I have you in my arms, and we are underneath the beautiful stars."

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