Post by Cass on Feb 2, 2012 7:16:06 GMT 10
Title: I Am Not Worthy
Rating: PG
Recipient: Daine
Notes: that poor Tortallan Literature teacher.
My dearest Veralidaine,
Let me preface this: I know I am not worthy. I am but a humble page (though heir to the duchy of Queenscove, one of the pillars of the realm), training under harsh masters so that I might serve Tortall to the best of my meager ability (whether as a dashing knight or through healing sick townsfolk). I know not the glories of your life, Wildmage, the good you do and the strange wondrous magic you perform. Yet I am here at your service, my beautiful, I shall do whatever you need whenever you require it.
I have been bewitched -- utterly astounded-- by your eyes, and the knowing they contain. They spark, like a flickering candle, beautiful and ---
there's something ironic about you writing this in our Tortallan Literature class, Neal. - Faleron
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go away, Faleron, nobody cares what you think. - Neal
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LOOK, Merric, Neal's writing love letters! -Fal
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There's a thesaurus on the back bookshelf if you need, Neal (and I think you do). Roald can get it for you. -Merric
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If you were listening to the lecture, you might have heard that all great love poetry is from Maren. Just thought you might want to know. -Kel
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Don't tell Neal, he'll cry. -Fal
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Apparently you've forgotten that I am a MAN. I do not cry. And if I do, my tears would be manly tears. -Neal
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I don't even know how to respond to that. -Kel
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No one does, and therefore I'm just going to pretend you never said it. Here's the thesaurus. Consider it a much-needed gift. -Roald
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True art is never appreciated in its time. -Neal
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Yes, you really are very humble. -Fal
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How does hair leap? It's inanimate. I don't think the thesaurus is helping much, your Highness. -Merric
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More's the pity. -Roald
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STOP STEALING MY NOTES!
Rating: PG
Recipient: Daine
Notes: that poor Tortallan Literature teacher.
My dearest Veralidaine,
Let me preface this: I know I am not worthy. I am but a humble page (though heir to the duchy of Queenscove, one of the pillars of the realm), training under harsh masters so that I might serve Tortall to the best of my meager ability (whether as a dashing knight or through healing sick townsfolk). I know not the glories of your life, Wildmage, the good you do and the strange wondrous magic you perform. Yet I am here at your service, my beautiful, I shall do whatever you need whenever you require it.
I have been bewitched -- utterly astounded-- by your eyes, and the knowing they contain. They spark, like a flickering candle, beautiful and ---
there's something ironic about you writing this in our Tortallan Literature class, Neal. - Faleron
-
go away, Faleron, nobody cares what you think. - Neal
-
LOOK, Merric, Neal's writing love letters! -Fal
-
There's a thesaurus on the back bookshelf if you need, Neal (and I think you do). Roald can get it for you. -Merric
-
If you were listening to the lecture, you might have heard that all great love poetry is from Maren. Just thought you might want to know. -Kel
-
Don't tell Neal, he'll cry. -Fal
-
Apparently you've forgotten that I am a MAN. I do not cry. And if I do, my tears would be manly tears. -Neal
-
I don't even know how to respond to that. -Kel
-
No one does, and therefore I'm just going to pretend you never said it. Here's the thesaurus. Consider it a much-needed gift. -Roald
-
True art is never appreciated in its time. -Neal
-
Yes, you really are very humble. -Fal
-
--- vivid, a true reflection of the purity of your soul. One look into your eyes and I knew of your inner beauty, almost surpassing your outer beauty. Your chestnut curls, leaping gaily about your shoulders ---
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How does hair leap? It's inanimate. I don't think the thesaurus is helping much, your Highness. -Merric
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More's the pity. -Roald
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STOP STEALING MY NOTES!