All right, here's the deal: I want to add more romance to it, and I am going to, but, unfortunately, that will make my story longer than anticipated. Hopefully you'll find it not boring longer, but maybe better longer. I'm okay with that, but I'm writing it, not reading it. Are my readers okay with that? It should get a little more romance into it… You won't get bored, right? Right? Please REVIEW and let me know! THANK YOU TO LELA-OF-BAST, AS USUAL (THANK YOU!), MELLEM, WHO EXPLAINED WHAT "ARGH COME ON" WAS FOR AND TO MOMOMONKEY WHO IS A NEW REVIEWER (YAY!) AND TO DANCRCHICK, EVEN THOUGH YOU THREW A ROCK AT ME -) ! Oh, this chapter has a flashback that's in italics. Only flashback of my story, I think. Not a really exciting chapter, but it's important to the story. Then the real fun (for me, the author, at least) will begin.

We rode off, back to Frell. There were so many shops, gift carts, smells, people, and animals that our horses could barely get through.

Then, Emma spotted a sign. It read:

Mail-Carriers Wanted!

See Curtis Mailer to get started

No experience needed

"Hey, you elves! You want the job?"

We all turned, surprised (Emma and I were especially surprised that we had been called "elves"… we weren't used to it). A rough looking man (he was Curtis Mailer, I realized) stepped forward in the crowd. John hesitated, then nodded.

"How would you like to be mail-boys, or rather, mail-elves? I need some help in business."

I had heard of "mail-boys" before. They carried heavy bags full of letters and documents, and delivered them all around Kyrria, and sometimes even beyond Kyrria's realms.

"We would like to stay together, or at least see each other every once in a while if we are to be mail-carriers." John replied in rough Kyrrian. He put on a bigger Elfian accent on purpose.

"You can stay together on some nights after your work is done for the day. I can arrange it that way." The man said. He looked at Emma and I. "Would you like to?"

John quickly said, "They cannot speak Kyrrian. I'll ask them."

He quickly explained in Elfian. We both nodded our heads in agreement, playing along with John's game.

When the man turned his back, John whispered, "I don't trust you two talking in Kyrrian, even if you can sound like a boy. Elfian is safer, since you don't need to have a particular 'tone of voice'."

We got the job. The man put us to work right away. He would give us a large bag of letters and documents early in the morning. We'd deliver all of the letters in order of which ones were more urgent than others, then we would get more letters from the people we delivered to. We'd take those letters to the people requested, then when our bag would be empty (which could be within one day or three days), we returned to Frell to get another full bag. It was slightly confusing, but we caught on quickly. Most of the work was in Frell, but some was in Bast, Lowell and Kent, too (sometimes even in the Athourian Grounds, which was the furthest we had to travel). The man had given our work so that we would have two days off during the week, and then we could see each other during those breaks. Quick A/N: I hope that wasn't too confusing explaining that…

So we started work. When I stopped at a city, I'd find a place to water Moonlight, give him some rest, then off we went again. Sometimes I saw Emma and John, but mostly during the week I didn't see them, until our free days. We felt like the luckiest "elves" in the world.

The people we delivered mail to would give us a coin or two, which we would use to buy food at a marketplace. Depending on where the three of us were during the night, we would sleep in abandoned barns (John and I were used to this, but Emma made a fuss about it.) or out under the stars. We weren't paid well, but at least it was a job, and at least we were actually paid. (Emma and I stuck to the "fact" that we could not speak Kyrrain, and whenever John was around, he translated for us, even though we understood what the person had said.)

One night, after two weeks of this job, I thought back to the night after the first day we had worked.

Emma had shown me her gift, a small mirror, with the wooden frame carved by our grandmother. She had seen Aunt Sarah and Amelia talking, but she could not hear what they were saying. It was child's play to figure out how the two gifts worked together. That night, we heard and saw a conversation. Amelia and Aunt Sarah were talking again, and Robert was looming in the backround, listening. This is what we heard:

"Well, now what?" Aunt Sarah.

"Now we write to their parents." Amelia.

Amelia sat down at a desk, and Aunt Sarah looked over her shoulder. Amelia dipped her feather in the ink, and began to write. She spoke out loud.

"'Dear Friends, We are sorry to inform you that your two children have disappeared this morning.'"

"Disappeared? They ran away." Robert put in suddenly.

"Hush. Now, what else, Mother?" Amelia.

"'We believe that a servant has taken them away, because one is missing. We are very sorry, and we have sent out people looking for them. As soon as there is news, we will bring it to you. Sincerely Yours, Sarah.'"

"But Amelia's the one writing it." Robert.

"Dear, please be quiet."

"And also, the servant didn't take them away. They ran away with the servant."

"Hush, Robert." Amelia. "There. It's finished. We'll send it out tomorrow morning."

"Why did you even marry that pauper? Look at all this trouble we're going through!"

Then it was silent. The next morning, I was called to deliver the letter, which meant I had to bring it directly to Flora. I wished John could've delivered it. She wouldn't have recognized him.

I thought I saw Flora smile when she took the letter and read it (I had to stand by just in case she had a letter to send back.), and then looked at me. I think she knew, and wasn't going to tell anyone. Thank the Creator.

After two days, Emma had to deliver the return letter to Aunt Sarah. She told me that a servant had received the letter, so there was no contact with Aunt Sarah.

I rolled over in the hay, and listened to the crickets chirping, John's soft snores, and Emma's even breathing. Soon I drifted off to sleep.