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I have been to several weddings before, and always they were elaborate affairs, the result of long hours of planning and careful arrangements.  This wedding, however, was something different. George and Kara went to the courthouse this morning, with only George’s parents, Kara’s mother, and Freya to accompany them.  They were dressed simply, George in a button-down and slacks, Kara in wide-leg trousers and a sleek blazer.  They exchanged rote vows and rings, signed documents, and kissed just once, and…

Today was Kara’s bachelorette party, and Kara and her three bridesmaids were supposed to go out for dinner and dancing.  Given that Freya is still recovering—she has only just been cleared to be in contact with others—Kara changed this plan to having a quieter party at Freya’s house. “Though Lord knows I shouldn’t be doing you any favors, Cobb,” she grumbled as she was bringing in bags of games and food this afternoon.  “You’re the one who got yourself sick…

I am so weary, and worried.  I would not have left Freya at all if Orison had not ordered me back to heaven.  I do need rest, and many of you have expressed a wish for news, so here I am.  But the moment Perrine will let me, I will be back at her side. I am beginning in the middle.  Just a few days ago, we realized that another attack of Asoharith’s had succeeded in getting through our defenses…

I have been quiet with Freya for the past few days, still recovering myself after our ordeal with the Cynic.  She’s been quiet too—for the first time since she knew I was here, she hasn’t had any questions for me.  Instead she spends our nightly hour together meditating, speaking her mantra for me—may he be happy.  May he be well.  May he have peace. It may be my imagination, but I felt stronger and better today after this than I…