Post by Kit on Mar 21, 2010 4:30:51 GMT 10
Title: Letters Sent, 6
Rating: PG
Length: 314
Round: 3/A
Competitor: Alanna
Summary: Alanna is tetchy. Or is that sweet? No. Tetchy.
My dear,
I think it was the desert where I was persuaded that perhaps, at some point, offspring would no longer be referred to as, “uncomfortable alien spawn!”, so there might be something in the severely limited water. Wistful, sometimes, can get very un-wistfully shoved down your throat—it’s your job to know what to do with it. Not necessarilynow, as I think it would be someone too good to be fit for human consumption who would even make you consider leaving a post, and then, because you considered it, you would stay there beyond your original measure, to compensate—but in time.
And perhaps I project my own emotions somewhat—easy to do, with the great tangled lot of them. Being a Lone Knight, following Raoul’s old list, gave me a different set of priorities.
I’m not going to wish warfare upon you, being cheerfully hypocritical in my old age and aware of what held you in Corus all those months, even if the warm weather has made your joints forget, but perhaps some small additional raiding sally. Tyrans trying their luck again, going the long way round? Or perhaps you need an irregular soldier with nice blue eyes on a new assignment. Or, perhaps, not. Still gallant, my girl? Definitely less, in my old age. I imagine Tobe is also chafing, and therefore insufferable. Goodness, it is difficult to entertain at a distance. I’m afraid I and what I know works don’t translate well. Still, take my hand as waveringly extended though these words, if you will, grasping where you want me best.
Your friend,
Alanna.
P.S. Forgive the errata (thank you, Gary, for that entirely unneccecary addition to my vocabulary), there’s something about writing that...spills everything.
P. P. S. Raoul in a dress. Well, given the size of him, it became only a bit of a dress once he’d stood up.
Rating: PG
Length: 314
Round: 3/A
Competitor: Alanna
Summary: Alanna is tetchy. Or is that sweet? No. Tetchy.
My dear,
I think it was the desert where I was persuaded that perhaps, at some point, offspring would no longer be referred to as, “uncomfortable alien spawn!”, so there might be something in the severely limited water. Wistful, sometimes, can get very un-wistfully shoved down your throat—it’s your job to know what to do with it. Not necessarily
And perhaps I project my own emotions somewhat—easy to do, with the great tangled lot of them. Being a Lone Knight, following Raoul’s old list, gave me a different set of priorities.
I’m not going to wish warfare upon you, being cheerfully hypocritical in my old age
Your friend,
Alanna.
P.S. Forgive the errata (thank you, Gary, for that entirely unneccecary addition to my vocabulary), there’s something about writing that...spills everything.
P. P. S. Raoul in a dress. Well, given the size of him, it became only a bit of a dress once he’d stood up.