Episode Fifty One
One sunshiny afternoon Gwen wandered into Minerva's office. The older woman was writing on a piece of plain white paper and using a ball point pen. Gwen nearly laughed out loud to see it. She didn't think anyone used pens here (and although she preferred them, it was just as easy to use quills and ink). She wondered where her godmother had gotten the paper. Parchment was much more common and rarely did anyone use plain paper, ink tended to blot easier on the thin fibers.
"What is this?" She finally asked, trying to garner some attention.
"Our conversation got me thinking Guenivere. It's been some time since I tried to speak to John and I felt that maybe after all these years he wonders what I'm up to as much as I wonder about him." She gave herself a moment and a private smile formed on her lips. "Besides, it can't hurt to try."
Gwen beamed at her. "Bravo. Good for you."
Minerva blushed. It was a rare day indeed, Gwen thought.
