So, this is what it's like to be a goddess. That's my new status, at least according to one green-eyed poet. I have to admit that I feel like one. It's been blissful, sitting here all day listening to Neal's bad poetry that's for me, for once, pretending that I'll pick out the best one to give to "Loreanne." I'm quite sure no lady would be charmed by the strained rhymes. It's a good thing for Neal I'm not a lady.
"Whaddayou think, Kel? "Your eyes are like sapphires..."
"I thought you said her eyes were green." This is just too perfect. Mithros, thank you for the strategically placed holiday...
"Yes, but 'emeralds' doesn't rhyme with anything." He looks at me, vexed, and blows some hair out of his eyes. I wonder if he knows how charming his stupid, sloppy hair is.
"Have you ever considered just writing a regular old letter? You know, saying what you think without letting the fact that things don't rhyme right get in the way?" I grin. "She's a Mindelan. She'll appreciate the directness."
"Kel, you have no romance in your soul." Oh, no?
"Honestly. Send a poem if you have to, but send a letter. When was the last time I led you astray?" I'm evil. I can't help myself. This is WAY too much fun!
"All right, have it your way."
"Don't I always?" Innocent smile. He's cute when he glares. "Make it 'For Her Eyes Only.' I need to hit the practice courts."
"You'll deliver this, right?" He looks at me pleadingly. Mmmm.
"Sure thing. I'll send Lalasa."

That's the third time I've dropped my glaive in a session. My mind just isn't on practice. So shoot me.
I'm DYING to know the contents of that letter. I know I shouldn't but I rush through my pattern dances. I force myself to do a few of Eda Bell's press-ups, but my mind's in Neal's room. That letter's for me. Poor boy. He doesn't know what he's gotten himself into this time.
I'm still vain enough to scrub up before I go to get it. There's no sense looking like a slob. When I knock on his door, Neal sticks his head out, looking back and forth quickly and shoving a roll of parchment into my hand. "Don't tell a soul!" he hisses.
"Whyever not?" Neal's never been shy about his crushes before!
"Because... Because... I just don't think I can take the teasing this time!" He sighs, and his eyes mist up. His mouth twists into a silly smile. "I think she's my soul mate."
"As romantic as I find the wall..." I head back for my room as he glares at me.
"Prosiac little thing! You have no idea what I'm going through!"
Oh, don't I?