Isobel's and M'try's letters. (Vignette)
Not really a vig, but it gives an idea of the sappiness going on behind the scenes 'tween these two.
Dear M'try: I have had word from my father. He is in negotiations for a match for me which is quite a high-profile one and would be very advantageous for our family. It is not the match I had thought I might hear about - the one which we spoke of - though perhaps that offer has not yet been made. In any case it may be that it has turned out to be unsuitable, given... everything.
It may be that I will have the opportunity to visit the weyr again soon. If so, I hope to speak with you, but not, perhaps, of this. I begin to think it is a poor idea for us to discuss certain matters on those rare occasions when we are able to talk in person. We should turn our thoughts to more pleasant things and it would make for more harmonious visits.
Or perhaps I should not come at all. I mislike that conclusion a great deal. But if it were your preference I would abide by it. I do not wish to see you unhappy. I would resign myself to a life of misery, and gladly, if it freed you to be happy.
Your Isobel
My Isobel,
I have been delaying a response to your letter for some time, as I'm not sure what to say. Perhaps I'm not sure what you want me to say. I miss you tremendously, and I have every confidence that we can make this-- whatever this is, whatever it's going to be-- work somehow.
I want to say "congratulations" on your pending proposal, but I make an effort not to lie in print, and I don't feel congratulatory. I'm not sure exactly what it is that I feel, but it verges on jealousy, I'm afraid. Please don't think less of me for it, but I can't shake it, and "match for me" keeps jumping out at me in your letter in the worst way.
Please come when you can. If we can't discuss this, we can find something safe and pleasant. I know this letter lacks my usual tenor, but I believe it's warranted under the circumstances.
All my love and devotion,
M'try
Dearest M'try,
Don't worry. I understand, and I'm not upset about anything that you wrote. I don't really know what to say about it either, but I knew I had to tell you. And I'm glad that you don't want me to stop visiting. I'll be there in two sevens, probably on the Xth. But I will send word closer to the time, and let you know. (Mushiness, etc.)
Your Isobel
Dear M'try: I have had word from my father. He is in negotiations for a match for me which is quite a high-profile one and would be very advantageous for our family. It is not the match I had thought I might hear about - the one which we spoke of - though perhaps that offer has not yet been made. In any case it may be that it has turned out to be unsuitable, given... everything.
It may be that I will have the opportunity to visit the weyr again soon. If so, I hope to speak with you, but not, perhaps, of this. I begin to think it is a poor idea for us to discuss certain matters on those rare occasions when we are able to talk in person. We should turn our thoughts to more pleasant things and it would make for more harmonious visits.
Or perhaps I should not come at all. I mislike that conclusion a great deal. But if it were your preference I would abide by it. I do not wish to see you unhappy. I would resign myself to a life of misery, and gladly, if it freed you to be happy.
Your Isobel
My Isobel,
I have been delaying a response to your letter for some time, as I'm not sure what to say. Perhaps I'm not sure what you want me to say. I miss you tremendously, and I have every confidence that we can make this-- whatever this is, whatever it's going to be-- work somehow.
I want to say "congratulations" on your pending proposal, but I make an effort not to lie in print, and I don't feel congratulatory. I'm not sure exactly what it is that I feel, but it verges on jealousy, I'm afraid. Please don't think less of me for it, but I can't shake it, and "match for me" keeps jumping out at me in your letter in the worst way.
Please come when you can. If we can't discuss this, we can find something safe and pleasant. I know this letter lacks my usual tenor, but I believe it's warranted under the circumstances.
All my love and devotion,
M'try
Dearest M'try,
Don't worry. I understand, and I'm not upset about anything that you wrote. I don't really know what to say about it either, but I knew I had to tell you. And I'm glad that you don't want me to stop visiting. I'll be there in two sevens, probably on the Xth. But I will send word closer to the time, and let you know. (Mushiness, etc.)
Your Isobel