
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve turned the letter over and over in my hands this eve. The parchment is beginning to feel worn in places. I feel…strange. So long I’ve been disconnected from the outside world, spending my suns in my room reading, or playing at cards with Kass in the common room. We seem to be the only two in this building. Why wouldn’t it be fitting then, that the one sun that I decide to step out is the one sun that we receive a visitor?
Not that I’m sad that I missed it…I’m not sure what I would have said anyway. Maybe it’s better for both of us that I had time to look over the note. Kass did not seem to know what was inside when she handed it to me. Knowing her fervor with the letter opener, I was surprised to still see it intact, in fact. The thought of her ravaging it with that shortened piece of metal makes me smile though.
I’ve discussed the proposal with her. She doesn’t seem adverse to it, which is surprising. If we accept, it’ll be interesting to hear what the others have to say about it. It would have to be temporary work, of course…for when the others return there will be much to do.
The writing trails off here for a time, as if the writer’s thoughts were drifting and the pen had a mind of its own.
When they return…Â
Not that I’m sad that I missed it…I’m not sure what I would have said anyway. Maybe it’s better for both of us that I had time to look over the note. Kass did not seem to know what was inside when she handed it to me. Knowing her fervor with the letter opener, I was surprised to still see it intact, in fact. The thought of her ravaging it with that shortened piece of metal makes me smile though.
I’ve discussed the proposal with her. She doesn’t seem adverse to it, which is surprising. If we accept, it’ll be interesting to hear what the others have to say about it. It would have to be temporary work, of course…for when the others return there will be much to do.
The writing trails off here for a time, as if the writer’s thoughts were drifting and the pen had a mind of its own.
When they return…Â