They had set up four aisles of wooden pegboard cubicles, and each artist could buy one or more walls to put up their wares. Convention goers could eit...her place a bid on a piece, which would go to auction if there were enough bids, or an artist could supply prints to be sold at the print shop. There were some amazing pieces, many having been used as book covers. There was also crap, but, hey, art was in the eye yadda yadda.When they came to Taylor's section, Rachel looked in awe. It was .... We draw our power from the world around us, whereas they receive their power from whatever deity they pray to. They don’t need to use crystals, but they can only use the spells their deity dictates. If I can’t heal her then no cleric can either.”“Could it be some kinda’ disease?”Kal shook his head again, “When I first met Ikuno, mother had the coughing disease that makes your lungs fill up and drowns you. The apothecary had a magical potion that could cure any kind of disease a person might. Damn it all!! We stopped at the grocery store for some long awaited snacks not found in Iraq and also hit the liquor store. Guess I figured I would just drink and pass out. When we got home we all started chatting about home events and overseas. One by one everyone went and showered and as they came out of the restroom they were just wearing their OD boxers and tee shirts. I thought it a little bold but Scott explained the they took their down time as restful as possible. I understood this but. Was it wrong? Yes, but we are adults and we can do small wrongs and have no one get hurt. Were we went wrong (or where we went so right) was a nice little lunch by a bridge. I showed up to the lunch and she was sitting there with two lawn chairs. The sun was hitting her just right and she looked amazing. I took a seat and we talked. I was in the middle of saying something and she ran her foot over the back of my leg and, ‘slam’ my mind went blank. I need to touch her! I needed to touch her.