Ummm.... Whoops! Thanks, everybody, for letting me know I'm an idiot without rubbing it in... Although nothing suffered from the ommission, I'm sure the repetition was obnoxious...
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"Lalasa, if I tell you what to write, will you put it down for me? I think he'll recognize my handwriting." After all, all of those nights in study group...
"Certainly." She smiles at me fondly, as if to say, "Awww.... How cute."
I suppress the urge to growl.
"Dearest Nealan,
"Meet me by the fountain at he seventh bell..."
"Oh, Keladry! You'll not send that!"
"Hmmm?" It sounds perfectly good to me!
"That's no note for a lover!"
I sigh. I'm no good at this sort of thing. "All right. Maybe you should write it."
"Oh, no. This is something you need to do yourself." She pushes the ruined parchment at me. "Work it out on there, and I'll recopy it."
It's a lot easier to nibble on the end of my pen than to write with it. Maybe Neal is right. Maybe I don't have any romance in my soul. If it's in there, it certainly doesn't want to come out onto the paper.
I begin to doodle absently. When I look down, I see a sketch of his face. All of a sudden, something in me seems to snap and I know just what to write. "I think of you all the time. I always have, and I probably always will. Every moment I spend with you is perfect. I spend all the rest of them remembering what you looked like and said and thought. Please, meet me by the fountain at the seventh bell tomorrow. I don't know how I'll make it that long."
I shove it at Lalasa. "Don't sign it, please." I smile at her, just a bit timidly. "I don't think I can manage a poem."
Lalasa looks up from the parchment. Is that a tear in her eye? "Believe me, my lady, this will do."
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"Lalasa, if I tell you what to write, will you put it down for me? I think he'll recognize my handwriting." After all, all of those nights in study group...
"Certainly." She smiles at me fondly, as if to say, "Awww.... How cute."
I suppress the urge to growl.
"Dearest Nealan,
"Meet me by the fountain at he seventh bell..."
"Oh, Keladry! You'll not send that!"
"Hmmm?" It sounds perfectly good to me!
"That's no note for a lover!"
I sigh. I'm no good at this sort of thing. "All right. Maybe you should write it."
"Oh, no. This is something you need to do yourself." She pushes the ruined parchment at me. "Work it out on there, and I'll recopy it."
It's a lot easier to nibble on the end of my pen than to write with it. Maybe Neal is right. Maybe I don't have any romance in my soul. If it's in there, it certainly doesn't want to come out onto the paper.
I begin to doodle absently. When I look down, I see a sketch of his face. All of a sudden, something in me seems to snap and I know just what to write. "I think of you all the time. I always have, and I probably always will. Every moment I spend with you is perfect. I spend all the rest of them remembering what you looked like and said and thought. Please, meet me by the fountain at the seventh bell tomorrow. I don't know how I'll make it that long."
I shove it at Lalasa. "Don't sign it, please." I smile at her, just a bit timidly. "I don't think I can manage a poem."
Lalasa looks up from the parchment. Is that a tear in her eye? "Believe me, my lady, this will do."