Quill 4 act 1 the letter.

Bretete was asleep when Cyrara got home. Cyrara pulled out a laptop and started to type.

Dear Roxane,

I had a wonderful time meeting you. Even though our meeting was somewhat brief, every time I think of meeting again, I come near to swooning with a tender dread. Your eyes are like the full moon on a dark light illuminating my path and making things clear. The conversations we had at the shop, I can recount every word you spoke.

You have stolen my heart, and since I must suffer, to suffer with send me your own! You are like pure white snow in the light of a street lamp, shimmering. Yet you are not cold, your light is like the sun warming my heart which is like the plants on the earth. We turn towards the warmth of the sun, of you.

I hope we can meet again. And please accept this letter.

Loving you from first sight,

Chrsitian.

"Now that's an e-mail."

Cyrara jumped. Bretete grinned and patted cyrara's shoulder. "Christian? Who's that?"

"Oh, a- an alias when I'm a pekopon." Cyrara replied. He hit the send button and shut down the laptop. "So, I saw that paper of yours. Did you know Ragugu's on pekopon?"

"Yeah I did as a matter of fact," Bretete yawned, "I thought you knew too."

"I didn't. But now I do."

"YAWWWN- well, I'm getting tired again. I only got up because I heard you coming in."

"Good night."

Bretete walked off yawning and Cyrara flipped open the laptop again. The screen read: MAIL SENT.

A grin tugged at Cyrara's mouth but he contained his excitement. Suddenly, a thought hit him. "I hope that wasn't too much," He worried, "was it in too old of a style? Was it too confusing?"

A sound broke his thought. He looked down at his laptop to see that he got one new mail.

"Did she write back already?" He opened the letter and to his disappointment, the sender was someone he didn't know.

Hey,

I see that the invention really worked. Good for you I guess. But there still may be some flaws kukuku.

-966

Cyrara logged out. "Oh, that guy." He sighed. He walked to his room and tried, but failed to go to bed. "I've never noticed that the ceiling wall was grey," He thought out loud, "Wonder when I'll get the return e-mail."