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[mnt_raph]

Deep in the belly of the ship, past where the stores of salted meat and ale are kept, there's a secret alcove in the maze of the stacked cargo crates in the hold. It's here that Raph's door between Milliways and Tortall is located, and it's here that he makes his stealthy entrance.

If his math is correct it should be well after nightfall, though there's no taking into account the plasticity of time when it comes to doorways. Raph skulks his way towards the upper decks, taking great care to keep to the shadows.

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[the_lioness]

Alanna lets out an exaggerated sigh and gathers the letters, folding them...


...and stuffs them in his bag.

"Consider it" is all she says, inserting a note of authority. He'll do what he wants, she can't control that, but damned if he'll not at least take them.

"There." Her finger points over his shoulder at a city on the map he's currently examining. "Along the River Zekoi. That's where we are headed."

[mnt_raph]

He had every intention of taking them, he just wasn't sure if she wanted to seal them with fancy wax or not.

Apparently not.

"How many days out do you think we are now?"

[the_lioness]

Fancy wax was not a packing priority.

"A week, maybe a few days more."

Alanna grumbles a curse under her breath and pushes her hair back, looking like a caged cat with no room to pace.

"I hate that we need this peace more than they do."

[mnt_raph]

Well it should be!
That's like, part of the charm of letters around these parts!

"Everyone needs peace, 'Lanna."

[the_lioness]

A snort.

"It's convincing them of that that's the trick."

A trick best left to other people, which circles back around to her problems being here, not in Corus.

"Have you seen Thayet recently?"

[mnt_raph]

"We been in contact, but I ain't seen her face to face. No. Should I have?"

[the_lioness]

She shakes her head, disappointed.

"Just looking for news." A frown. "I can't help feeling as if I should be somewhere else."

For many reasons.

"How long do you plan on lurking about?"

[mnt_raph]

"Can't imagine why. I mean, it ain't like you're stir crazy or anythin'."

See? He's helping! With his crappy attempts at humor!

His is an easy shrug.
"Long as I need to."

[the_lioness]

She gives him a faint smile, fingers tapping against her ginger beer.

"Good."

She's missed him.

Not that she'd ever say that aloud.

"I want an arm wrestling rematch. I've been practicing on sailors." A pause, followed by a grin as she realizes how that sounds. "Don't tell Adam."

Look, she has been really very bored, okay?

[mnt_raph]

"An' give him an opportunity to make a sailor joke in my direction? Fat freakin' chance there, lady," he says with long suffering sigh.

"Man, you must really be bored to want to preschedule more rematches. You know, on account of the fact that I'm gonna beat you here an' now."

He's missed her, and could be prompted to tell her as much, should they find themselves drinking the contents of the flask he also has stowed in that satchel of his.

But not right now. Right now is the time for sport.

"Bring it."