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It is the hiatus between production tours and by the third hand I am already restless with creative energy. I have practiced well-known compositions endlessly and have also written a few new ones of my own. Marius critiques each and every piece until I have rewritten perfection. Yet still I long for something more. Something I just cannot seem to put my finger on.


Marius' house is quite large and situated near the island's shore. On some evenings I like to watch the sun sink down across Thassa where the world ends. Now and then he watches the sunsets with me and although there is very little spoken, I am certain it is me that he is contemplating, for I can sense it in the way his jaw is set.

There is a hired caterer who comes to the house at least every other day with sumptuously prepared food and the finest of Cosian wines. Dining is rarely less than a formal affair, irregardless of whether there are guests, or whether it is just Marius and me alone. I am fond of Cosian wine in particular and have long since realized it is what I miss the most when we are far away from home for months at a time.