4th August 2012
I'm sorry for not writing in you sooner Bob, incase you're feeling neglected and forgotten - iBob hasn't had any attention either.
What is there to say?
Nothing has changed, Hazel is still dead and the Powers want me to end up the same way.
Training isn't really physical anymore, the three oh mighties have got technical now; teaching blocking tactics should someone try to get into the head and how to sense a race we weren't programmed to identify. We were made to deal with things already here - vamps, shifters, fae... Not them.
I think it's going well. I've only gone to one session, but Loges is doing pretty involved and so our time together seems to have vanished. Even my parents are into it, but it's okay. I've been hanging down at the river with my snakes and talking with Ailin about gateways. I think we're getting close to a break through so fingers crossed.
Elise Bunting.
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