Keara had made her way to the raid and waited till she was on the second floor before finding a corner to rest in. She'd used the hunt to clear her mind and focus her thoughts and was ready to set her thoughts into words. She was worried that her behaviour the night before would cause her friend to turn his back on her and so in an effort to smooth things over she had decided to explain herself in an email to him. Her hope being that he would forgive her and perhaps understand her a little more. She settled with her back against the wall, closed her eyes and used the power of technokinesis to write and send her message to him. In this situation Mind Speak wasn't going to be appropriate as she had a lot to say and as she'd told Sara a few nights before, sometimes emails were the better form of communication for one that walked upon the path of the telepath.
From: Keara Aithne
Subject: Last Night
Message:
Dear Enver,
While sure I am that agree you shall not, apologise once more I must. Behaviour of mine yesterday unacceptable was.
If honest I am, ashamed am I of my behaviour. While wish that write I could that that behaviour quite unlike me is, to do so false would be. What say I can is that seldom have I such a moment had since returned I did from accursed realm. Wish I do that that side of me still dormant lay. Sorry I am that experienced that you did.
Wonder I do though why such behaviour sooner in me not re-awoken was? Speak I do not of the moment in which struck you were. Speak I do of the moments that preceded that. Think perhaps it due is to friendships that held I have since my return. You the first person are that me like a normal person treats. For that thank you I must. Love those of my blood I do but different our relationship is. Expected there I am the answers to have and a leader to be. My blood with nothing other than respect have me treated. While close with some I am. While love them I do. Different I am with them. Friendships outside of clan for me too few in number are also. Hidden away I tried to stay while leant of this world I did. Interact only did I through online guilds. Places of business. Again, expectations upon me there were placed. Know I do that you me with respect also treat. But while respect me you do, friendship of ours (if such a label attach to us I may) born of different circumstances was. In effort of a friendship with you to retain, continue below I do myself a little to explain.
Spoke last night you did of rules. Though perhaps rule too strong a word is. Sort things out you said. In regards to touching. Still understand I do not why like to be touched I do not. Why it me so crazy makes. Acted on instincts I did when struck you I did. Know that no sense it perhaps makes to you that able to touch others I am, when their touch me so enrages. Thought on this I have since night we the Predator blood wine drank. Think perhaps correct you may have been. When touch another, know I do the sensation to expect. When interaction other way runs, predict it always I cannot. While sense that makes. Tell you I did not that always worse for me sensations are if skin to skin the contact is. Like when grabbed my wrists that night you did. Felt your touch long after sensation should have faded. Willing on my issues I am to work. Know that my reactions tempered can be. Have I do a childe that me will embrace. At first pulled away I always did. Unbearable her actions to me were. Now, while still not used to such things I am, allow I her that interaction. Fear she need not that strike her I shall.
Behave I said I would last night. Behave I always try to in the presence of others. Sides of me there are that yet to see you have. Say they god or bad are I cannot. Only hope I do that patience you will have with me in this. That if offend you I do, that know you shall it unintentional is. That if questions of me you have, ask them you may. Bare here my soul in words I do. For of such things I rarely talk. What me, me makes I do not always understand. Broken I returned from other Realm. While know I do that never shall I who I once was be. While that path lost to me is. Happy am I this new path to walk. This new world to learn. Time have I needed to adjust. Adjusting still I am. Hope I do that understand me better now you can. That realise you do that no offense I meant to cause. Open book I am to our kind. While likely avoid I shall of my first life to speak. Avoid it I do for the pain those memories that in me are caused. Open I am in sense that if you something of me ask. An answer you shall receive.
Sincerely yours,
Keara