A/N: Hey, I'm back. Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I really enjoyed writing this one. But no more waiting; on to the reading.

"I need to take a break." Sionis stated, rubbing his eyes as he stood from the desk in the room he had rented in The Winking Skeever. "All the letters are beginning to look the same."

Sable looked up from sharpening her elven daggers. She sighed and then tucked it back into its belt sheath. "Okay," she answered as she stood and walked towards the door. "I'm going to see about getting something to eat."

The mage nodded his acknowledgement.

"If you go out, do not draw attention," she warned. "Remember we're not very far from the Embassy." With that, she left his room.

Sionis remained for a moment and rubbed his stiff, aching neck and shoulders. He tilted his head and rocked it from side to side. A moment later, he tucked the papers away in the desk and left the room, making sure to lock the door behind him.

He sighed as he looked at the only other door on the second floor of the inn. Sable had once again insisted on getting separate rooms. At least they were right next to each other. He walked downstairs and turned into the main dining area of the inn. This one was quite compartmentalized. Unlike almost every other inn at which he had stayed, The Winking Skeever was very segregated in the building's arrangement. It was mainly due to the domed entryway supported by massive arched columns. If one headed straight through the somewhat enclosed area upon coming into the inn, they would find the main bar just on the other side of the columns. To the right of that bar was a fireplace complete with a stone chimney that went all the way to the ceiling high above. If one turned to their right as they entered, they would end up in a rather large dining area with numerous tables and chairs. All told, The Winking Skeever was one of the larger inns in all of Skyrim, but it didn't seem that way thanks to the maze-like layout of the building.

Sionis made his way through the inn and walked outside. He squinted at the bright sunlight that greeted him. Even though the sun shone brilliantly in a nearly cloudless sky, it was quite brisk. He stood and looked around, unsure of what to do as his breath swirled visibly around his head. They had arrived in Solitude with their stolen dossiers a couple of days ago and this was the first time he had left the inn. He had been pouring over the pile of documents looking for any leads on mages that went missing. So far, there had been nothing to show for his efforts and his tired eyes simply couldn't keep it up anymore.

While he had been in Solitude before, he wasn't overly familiar with the city. He did know enough of it to know that none of the shops really interested him. With the massive city gates to his right, there wasn't much choice but to head left into the city. He started on his way, heading towards the general goods store. Perhaps they would have something to pique his interest.

Just before the lane opened out into a broader thoroughfare that circled around a tall pointed building, he spotted the sign proclaiming the general store on his right. It was called Bits and Pieces. He opened the door and went inside.

There was a somewhat long hallway he had to walk through before getting to the actual store. Behind the counter stood an older Redguard woman. She smiled warmly when she saw him.

"Welcome to Bits and Pieces." She greeted him. "We have the best prices in all of Solitude, if not Skyrim."

"Good day." Sionis replied politely.

"How can I help you?" She asked pleasantly.

"I don't know." He admitted. "I honestly didn't have anything in mind. Do you carry any magical items? Spellbooks or any staves, perhaps?"

"I have only a few spell books." She answered. "You're welcome to take a look."

"Sure."

She turned and pulled three books from a shelf behind her before setting them on the counter in front of her patron.

Sionis looked them over and was disappointed, but not surprised, when he saw that he already knew the spells they had to offer. He looked up to her and smiled before shaking his head.

"I know all of these." The mage offered. "But, thank you."

"My pleasure." She gave him yet another smile.

He was about to turn to leave, when he stuck his hand in one of the pockets in his robe and felt the edge of one of the circlets that had been taken from the Embassy. Once they had cleared the Embassy and made it to Solitude, Sable had given him the one set with emeralds. She had asked if he wanted to "split the loot". Unsure of what she meant, he had accepted and explained that he could have one of the circlets. She had said that she like the color of the ruby beset crown and had asked to keep that one.

Somewhat confused, Sionis had readily agreed and had stuffed his "take" into his robes and had forgotten about it, not knowing at the time what he was going to do with the expensive piece of jewelry. Now he had an idea. He turned back to the shop's proprietor.

"Do you, by chance, purchase items?"

A few moments later, Sionis walked out of Bits and Pieces having sold the emerald circlet. The Redguard proprietor had turned out to be a stiff negotiator and he didn't get what he would have liked, but since the price she had bullied him down to was considerably more than what was in his ever dwindling coin purse, he didn't raise much objection.

As the door closed behind him, he took in a deep breath of the frigid air before heading back through town towards the inn. He was about half-way there when he was accosted by a finely dressed Altmer woman.

"You there," she called out to him. "You look to be a victim that I can certainly help."

"A victim?" Sionis questioned. "I'm not a victim of anything."

"Indeed you are." The high elf replied. "You are afflicted quite woefully with the illness of poor taste. And you can be cured of it at the Radiant Raiment."

"Raiment?" The mage muttered. And then it dawned on him. This woman was a clothier. He rolled his eyes. "I don't have any need of your cures or services, thank you."

"Of course you do." She snapped back at him. "Everyone is in need of the finest of clothing that only we can provide."

"Really?" Sionis countered curtly. "And how many mages come to your doors pining for 'the finest of clothing'?"

"We carry a sizable stock of enchanted robes and accessories for the discerning mage." She replied and, upon seeing the surprise in his face that they actually carried mage robes, continued. "But why settle for being simply the best dressed mage when you can be mistaken for nobility?"

The dark-eyed mage rolled his eyes again and went to walk past her and continue on his way to the inn. A step later, an idea hit him and a sly smile stretched across his face. He turned back to the Altmer woman.

"Can you show me the way to your shop?"

She smiled back at him. "Of course." She purred. "You won't be disappointed, I assure you."

Sionis barely kept a boyish giggle from spilling out as he followed her to their shop that stood almost directly across from The Winking Skeever. The mental picture of Sable awkwardly bumbling around in a dress fit for 'nobility' was, arguably, worth another elbow to the side of his head. As the high elf held open the door for him and he stepped inside, he was certain her assessment, off target as it was, would prove to be accurate.

He walked down the short hallway to the counter to find another high elf woman bustling behind it. When she turned and saw him, her eyes went wide for a moment before narrowing back into slits.

"Well aren't we a most needy case." She greeted him snidely. "My considerable skills are apparently to be given a test today."

Sionis took a moment to look back at the door of the shop, wondering if somehow the woman from the street had not only slipped by him unnoticed, but had also changed her appearance as well.

"Are you here to shop, or simply to waste my time?" She asked impatiently.

"I'm here to shop," he answered. "Just not for me."

The shopkeeper's eyes shot into the top of her skull. "Oh, thank the Divines." She responded with biting sarcasm. "A double blind."

"Is it really that bad that I wish to purchase something?" The mage asked taken aback by her abrasiveness. "Even if it isn't for me?"

"Probably." She retorted immediately. "But let's find out. Are you shopping for another man? Or for a woman?"

"A woman. A Nord woman." Sionis confirmed.

"And I don't suppose you know her measurements?"

"I . . . no, I don't." The mage answered feeling rather defeated by the simple though rudely posed question.

"Of course not." The Altmer said with an exaggerated sigh. "Come, let's take a look and we'll just have to do our best."

Sionis began to feel ire toward the woman rise up within him, but he pushed it aside. If he could finally show up his deadly companion, it would be worth putting up with a pompous dress merchant.

"And what kind of flower are we looking to bloom today?" She asked as she walked around the counter.

The question caught the mage off guard and at first he wasn't sure how to answer. It was Sable he was thinking about. What flower in all of Tamriel could possibly describe her? He wracked his brain for everything he had learned about her since the time they had met. And then it hit him. He remembered what she had called herself when they had first met.

"A white deathbell." He stated looking back to the clothier.

"A what?"

"A white deathbell." Sionis repeated confidently.

"That flower doesn't even exist." She scornfully pointed out.

"Wouldn't that be irrelevant to a master of fashion such as yourself?" He cleverly challenged. "Just picture a deathbell flower, but make it white."

"Of course." She snapped after a moment of stunned silence, before leading her irritatingly perplexing customer about the store.

They walked around the shop for some time with Sionis rejecting everything he was shown, much to the chagrin of the high elf shop owner. They had long ago run through all the white dresses in the store and she was now taking him through everything else in stock. Still he shot down her suggestions. If he was going to do this, the dress had to be perfect. He wanted to laugh until he cried and, hopefully, never let her live it down.

He was just about to give up when the other Altmer woman that first approached him in the street walked in. She walked right up to her business partner in a huff.

"Endarie, I just received notice from a courier about the special order for the duchess of Skingrad." She said, thrusting a note into other woman's hand. "They had to cancel their trip to Skyrim so they have also cancelled the order for the dress they commissioned."

The other said nothing and opened the letter to read it for herself. A moment later, she crumpled the paper in her hand and threw it across the store.

"Of all the nerve . . ." She fumed. "I had just finished it. Well, at least we get to keep the initial deposit." Her partner was just about to open her mouth to reply, when Sionis cleared his throat to get their attention. They both turned to stare at him.

"May I see this special order?"

"Why of course," she snarled mockingly. "I'm sure you'd love to reject this one as well."

She turned and stomped into a back room leaving the mage with her business partner. Sionis looked to the woman who had first caught his attention.

"You wish to see a dress?" She questioned.

"I decided to shop for a friend of mine, rather than myself." Sionis answered somewhat meekly.

Before she could answer, her business partner returned with the dress that had previously not been for sale to the public. She laid it out on the table. Sionis knew instantly that this dress was the one.

"I'll take it." He said with a smile.

Both women looked at him in astonishment. "But the dress is not white. It does not fit your initial description of the person receiving it." Endarie objected.

"It fits perfectly." The mage corrected. "Deathbells are supposed to be a deep purple."

There was a moment where both Altmer seemed to want to object his desired purchase further, but could not find the words to do so.

"Yes, this is the perfect dress, but can you add some embroidery, here?" He asked, pointing to a section coming down the left side of the dress from the neckline.

"Let me guess." The woman showing off the dress said nastily. "You want me to add some deathbell flowers."

"Exactly," Sionis answered beaming. "In white."

Flustered, but defeated, Endarie looked at him and said. "Fine, you may purchase the dress provided you can afford it.

"But, you've already been paid a deposit for the dress, correct?" Sionis asked. "I'm fairly sure I can make up the difference."

Both Endarie and her partner fixed murderous stares at him. "Yes, I'm sure that will be quite satisfactory." Endarie finally said through clenched teeth. "Is this friend of yours here in Solitude with you?"

"Yes, we're both staying at The Winking Skeever."

"Taarie, follow him to the inn and try to get a look at this woman." Endarie, instructed her partner. "The dress will most likely need no small amount of alterations."

About an hour after he had left The Winking Skeever, Sionis walked back through the door followed by Taarie from the Radiant Raiment. The idea was for her to hang back and he would approach his friend for whom he was buying the dress. She would then size up the woman's measurements and report back to Endarie. Even though his coin purse was now lighter than he would have liked, Sionis had promised them an extra bit of gold if they would be able to have all the alterations done by the following day.

Sionis quickly turned to the dining area on his right, hoping Sable would still be there and also hoping that she was wearing the rather common blue dress she had brought with her from Whiterun. He was thrilled when he found both of his hopes answered.

He spotted her sitting in the far corner of the dining room looking like she was just finishing her meal. He quickly walked over to her.

"I think I'm ready to get back at it." He announced.

"Good." Sable replied. "Did you eat anything while you were out and about?"

"I . . . well . . . no, I didn't think of it." He answered awkwardly. "I . . . didn't feel particularly hungry. I'll come down for some stew a bit later."

For a moment, she just stared at him, but then, finally, accepted his explanation and rose from her seat and walked back upstairs with him.

Taarie watched as the two walked right past her and eventually disappeared to the second floor of the inn before turning and heading back to her shop.

Sionis started awake at the knocking on his door. It was very early morning judging by the grey light spilling through his window. The knocking came again. The mage shuffled awkwardly out of bed and made his way to the door. He swung the door opened and shrieked. Standing there, just outside his room, was a young woman with golden blonde hair. She had quite the pretty face with crystal blue eyes, a short pert nose, and light pink lips. She stood in a lovely white dress that was just perfect for a summer's day picnic.

"Clairiss." Sionis breathed.

Her warm, delightful smile suddenly turned to a scowl. "Sionis." She said, her high sweet voice tainted with anger that seemed to roll turbulently through the room. "You failed me."

She took a step forward into the room as the mage, struck with surprise and horror, backed away from her. Her delicate maidenly hands were clenched into fists that were shaking at her sides. As she crossed the threshold into his room, her appearance changed. Her radiant blonde hair lost its luster and became thin, hollow, and stiff like straw. Her eyes changed to a dull, lifeless grey and then completely white. Her skin went pale as Skyrim snow and patches of it peeled away and fell to the ground. Her figure became gaunt – nearly bone thin.

"You failed me!" The wraith that once was Clairiss hissed venomously at him.

"Clairiss … I … I … I'm sorr …"

"You failed to protect me and let me die!" She shrieked at him. "And you have failed to avenge me!"

"Clairiss … I …" Sionis trembled and couldn't speak any further. Tears streamed down his face as he continued to retreat.

She advanced on him with every back-step he took. "My spirit cannot rest!" The specter of death wailed. Blood spattered from her mouth as her teeth had now grown impossibly long and sharp and cut her mouth to ribbons. "My spirit will not rest!"

Sionis bumped into the far wall of room. He was now backed into a corner with nowhere to go.

"You failed me!" Her screams were now loud and shrill enough that they felt like nails being driven through his temples. "And now I shall avenge my soul by feasting on yours!"

The mage screamed as she now stood over him. Blood poured from her maw as she opened it wide. Her face contorted as her mouth grew horrifyingly large. The wraith stood with her mouth agape for one breath as she towered over him. Then the mouth filled with countless, curved and razor-sharp teeth came down upon him. Sionis screamed again as his sister bit into him, slicing through flesh and bone, piercing both body and soul.

Sionis' eyes slammed open at the sound of his door crashing against the wall. He was still screaming though he couldn't hear it. Then he saw it. The dark figure bolting through the red-orange glow of the hallway beyond and into his room. The mage flung himself backwards, scrambling as hard as he could against the headboard of his bed to get away from the Oblivion spawned demon. Perhaps he could vanish into the darkness and it wouldn't find him.

A moment later, he was blinded by a burst of light. It stung his eyes. He kicked all the harder to try to escape. Then the creature grabbed a hold of his shoulders. It had caught him.

"NO!" He cried and began flailing and thrashing to break the fiend's grip. "I'm sorry. I never meant for it to happen."

He threw a frantic punch at the creature. The figure easily dodged it and quickly moved behind and wrapped its arms around him.

"No. Please." He wailed trying to break free. "Please. I'm sorry."

The creature gently and softly shushed him. "Sionis. You're okay. Sionis."

The voice was familiar and held no menace in it. "Sionis. I'm here, Sionis."

He let his head roll back and looked up into the creature's face. He saw pale blue-silver eyes filled with concern looking back at him. Finally, Sionis calmed and realized what the creature was.

"S … Sa … Sable." He choked out.

"Yes. I'm here." She soothed. She brought a hand to his head a stroked his dark-blonde hair. "Are you alright?"

For a moment, he felt the panic again and his eyes darted around the room. The door sat wide open and the torch on the wall was now lit. He was soaked with sweat and shivered uncontrollably. Finally his eyes went back to Sable.

"I … ", was all he could manage before the sobs overtook him.

Sable just sat there with him in her arms and stroked his hair while gently rocking him and shushing him. After only moments, his weeping stopped and he looked up at her again. His face seemed very much like that of a scared little boy's.

"Are you alright?" She asked again already knowing the answer.

Sionis shook his head. "No." He said weakly. "I don't know how I ever will be."

"I know." The assassin assured him.

"It was Clairiss. She was … "

"You don't have to tell me." Sable said before he went back too deeply into the nightmare. "Don't tell me. Just let me hold you. Let me comfort you."

"But … ", he protested, but stopped. There was a look in her eyes that told him she knew what he had been through. While she couldn't have known what he had just experienced, it was clear that she knew what had happened to him and that, more than anything, allowed him to let the fear slowly ebb out of him.

"You're okay now." She spoke soothingly to him.

With all the terror and adrenaline subsiding, Sionis fell back into tears. He turned his face into her shoulder and wept.

Her arms never left him. "I'm here." She said again. "And I'll stay by you."

Eventually, the mage lost himself to sleep again. Sable continued to hold him for a while afterwards. It struck her just then that this man had become a part of her. It was much like her Family, but it was also different somehow. And she knew what her Family had done for her and she knew what she would do for him.

Sionis' eyes fluttered open and he groaned. Immediately, there was movement next to him. He lifted his head and saw that it was Sable. She had apparently stayed the rest of the night in a chair in his room. After lighting a candle, she moved to the bed and looked down on him with concern in her eyes.

"Sable?"

"Yes. I'm here." She replied.

He attempted to sit up, but his companion disallowed it by pushing him back down. He acquiesced when the headache came slamming through his temples and settled itself right behind his eyes. Eventually he settled on his elbows so that he could be slightly inclined.

"Sable, I …" was all he could manage before she shushed him.

"I know." She soothed.

"It was so real." He paused as he realized he had no idea what he could or should say. It didn't help that his head was throbbing.

"I know." She said again.

"But …"

"I know." She cut him off again. "I had a similarly terrifying experience a while ago … before I met you. I was so crazed that Gabriella had to use her magic to get me back to sleep. You don't have to tell me anything. I know."

Sionis nodded meagerly before resting his head back down on his pillow. He closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh and then reached over and grabbed her hand and gave it a brief squeeze to comfort himself.

"Thank you." The mage whispered.

The only answer he got before drifting off again was receiving a gentle squeeze of his hand in return.

Sable was roused by Sionis waking again. Her neck gave her quite the reminder that she had spent her night sleeping in a chair. It was finally morning and so she just sat up and watched the mage gently come out of his sleep.

"Good morning." She said mildly.

"Yes," the mage replied, "It is good that it is finally here. Did you stay here the entire night?"

"I did." She replied.

"You didn't … Thank you."

She smiled and offered a slow nod of her head, but otherwise did not acknowledge his gratitude. She wasn't sure how to do so for some reason.

"I'll go get us both some breakfast from the inn." Sable finally said, changing the subject. "You need to get back to those dossiers to find a lead on Naga."

"I did." Sionis answered.

Sable hadn't quite made it to the door and spun back around to face him again. "You found something?"

"I did."

"When?"

"Last night, before I went to bed." The mage replied.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"It was very late, Sable." He answered, a touch of irritation at her questioning creeping into his voice. "I figured it would be best to let us get some rest and start fresh in the morning. I probably would have woke you if I had known …"

He trailed off, not wanting to mention the dream or anything else that had happened.

She said nothing for a while. She just stood there studying him as he sat in his bed. It was excruciating. He suddenly felt vulnerable and weak before her and the way she just stood there seemingly exploring his insides caused him to shrink more and more with each passing moment.

"It was the right decision." She finally said. "What did you find?"

With the moment of soul inspection having passed, Sionis was finally able to pull himself back to together.

"Nope." He smiled as he refused her. "Not until we have some breakfast."

"What?" She exclaimed incredulously. "You better be kidding."

"No." He stated simply. "You offered breakfast. I'm taking you up on that offer. I'm not saying anything until I have some breakfast."

She folded her arms over her chest as she fixed him with a murderous glare.

Sionis immediately lost some of his bluster under the menace of her scowl. He swallowed hard. "I-I mean … well, it will give us a chance to … to at least get dressed."

The white-haired assassin quickly looked down at herself to see she was standing there still in her sleeping gown and blushed furiously.

"Oh!" She squeaked, her cheeks still scarlet. "Of course." She then whipped her gaze back to him trying to put her glare back on, something her still burning face would not allow. "I'll be back." She huffed. "Get dressed."

With that, she turned and fled the room. Sionis could only heave a sigh of relief as he pulled himself from his bed.

Sable returned a short while later dressed in the rather plain blue dress she'd been wearing while in town. In each hand was a bowl of cheesy potatoes. She gave one to Sionis, then sat down in the chair she'd slept in the previous night. There was no conversation between the two as they ate and it wasn't long before they had finished.

The pale silver-blue eyed assassin took the bowls and set them aside before sitting down again.

"So, tell me what you found out." She requested simply.

"It seems the Thalmor are quite interested in the reappearance of dragons here in Skyrim." Sionis answered. "They've been sending small, discrete teams out all over country to gather information on the phenomenon."

"Okay, what does that have to do with your mage?" Sable asked, confused by the seemingly unrelated subject.

"Well, there was a lot to go through, but I eventually found all the dossiers on a team they sent to Kynesgrove to investigate." Sionis patted his hands in the air, telling her to be patient when he paused, clearly seeing the impatience grow on his companion's face. "Generally the teams consisted of a pair of mages and a pair of soldiers. But the team that was sent to Kynesgrove consisted of just three mages. None of them returned. All marked as 'missing, presumed dead'."

"And how do we know that this group had this Maga mage in it?" She cut in.

"Naga." The mage corrected her.

"Whatever."

"Be patient, Sable." Sionis said, a little impatience of his own creeping into his voice. "Just let me finish."

The assassin rolled her eyes but said nothing.

"While I did find it interesting when I first came across it, I had the same opinion as you. It told me nothing that confirmed Naga was a member of the party. After having gone through the stack of names for the third time, I was beyond frustrated and decided to leave it. Just for something to do, I opened the mad elf's journal and began reading it again. Very early in it, he reference's the garden of Kynareth as the place where 'the blackness swallowed' him before he was 're-born into his true self'.

"Initially, I didn't think anything of it, but something made me go back and read it again. And that's when it hit me."

He paused with an excited smile spread across his face and just stared at her as if the connection was obvious.

"What?" Sable finally exclaimed after the awkwardness of him staring at her with that goofy expression became too much to bear.

His smile died instantly and he sighed.

"In Cyrodiil, most people refer to Shor's widow as Kynareth," Sionis prompted her as if she was a child, "but here in Skyrim, she's more known as …"

"Kyne." The assassin answered loudly and highly annoyed.

"Right! And another word for a garden might be …"

Her eyes widened as she realized the epiphany to which her companion had just slow-walked her.

"Grove." She breathed. "The garden of Kynareth is Kyne's Grove. Kynesgrove."

"Exactly!" Sionis nearly shouted. "Obviously, it's not 100% certain, but …"

"It's one hell of a coincidence if one of those three isn't the one we're trying to follow." She finished for him.

"Indeed." The mage replied.

"Looks like we're off to Kynesgrove then." Sable announced. "Get packed. We're leaving today." Her eyes then fell upon a long thin box sitting on the desk lengthwise against the wall. "What's that?"

Sionis looked to where she pointed and nearly fell out of his chair. When he had made the purchase, the thought of Sable receiving such a fancy and beautiful grown made him giggle and it had been worth it. But after last night, embarrassing her with his lame prank was the last thing he wanted to do.

"It's … uh … it's nothing." He gasped, floundering to get out of his chair and get to the package before she could.

He failed miserably. The swift assassin had it in her hands before he could get fully upright.

"Is this a dress box?" She asked as she turned back toward him. She had a queer look in her eyes. He wasn't sure if it was hopeful, fearful, or something else entirely that he couldn't read.

"Yes." The mage answered weakly.

"What are you doing with a dress box?" Sable questioned, her strange countenance intensifying.

"Well … I … umm … what am I doing …"

"Is this for me?" She asked before he could finish stumbling his way through a response.

He said nothing for a long moment and it almost seemed that he was now looking at a little girl to whom no good thing had ever been given. She seemed rather afraid to hear the answer regardless of what it would be.

Finally, he nodded. "Yes," he answered quietly. "I got it for you." His guts churned and he felt horrible. She had treated him so tenderly and gently and had kept a vigil over him and thus far there was no indication that she thought any less of him and he was about to repay her kindness and compassion with a farce meant to fluster and humiliate her.

"You got me a dress?" The disbelief in her voice made him want to stab himself with one of her daggers.

"Yes," was all the mage could say.

She gingerly set the box down on the bed and opened it slowly.

Sable gasped and could barely lay the lid down next to the box. Her hands were trembling as she ran her fingers along the silky material. Her eyes drank in the rich purple color. She said nothing for an excruciatingly long time.

Finally, she looked back to Sionis and he watched as a single tear rolled down her right cheek. Suddenly, she grabbed the lid, snapped it back on the box, and ran from the room with it tucked securely under her arm.

Sionis sank back down into his chair and dry washed his face with is hands. A few minutes later, he heard loud irregular thumping sounds coming from his companion's room next door. He sighed and cursed himself for what he did. He was certain his imagination was correct when he pictured her hurling daggers at her new ridiculously expensive practice target. A moment later, he stood and began packing his belongings. There was no way to take back what he had done so it was best to just move on and hope she was still speak to him as they made the long trek to Kynesgrove.

Thanks to everyone who has been reading and enjoying Sable's story. Reviews are welcome.

-E.K.