308, Sunday Evening
Ella sat at her desk, staring at the latest letter from Char.
I was in the streets of Frell with my father when a man pelted him with an overripe tomato. While wiping at his clothes, my father spoke kindly to the man and ended by resolving his grievance. Afterward, I asked why the man hadn't been punished. When father told me I'd understand by the time I became king, I said I didn't want to be king if people threw tomatoes at me.
Father roars with laughter when he tells this tale. Now I know why: It is a thankless task, but tomatoes are the least of it.
But, Ella, I could tell you that story anytime. I could tell it to you in a month or in a year. You, however, have told me little of your new school, or your new friends and new adventures. Is there a reason for this? It would hurt me if I were no longer your confidante. Please let me know if I have in some way offended you.
Are you still too young to marry?
Her pen used to overflow with things to tell Char, but tonight it was dry. Reluctant as she was to admit it, she knew she loved him; it was as much a part of her as her brown eyes. But he was in Ayorthia, and she was on this strange island. Even after she graduated and he returned to Frell, she knew she could not marry a prince, not with the curse ready to make her a puppet queen.
And then, there was Dick. Dick who made her laugh and sing and who she was really enjoying getting to know. She'd even bought a bikini, and was considering Toby's advice as she tried to draft a reply. It was nice to be interested in someone who lived a floor away and not a dimension away, that was for sure...
[OOC: Door closed. Laaaaand shaaark?]
I was in the streets of Frell with my father when a man pelted him with an overripe tomato. While wiping at his clothes, my father spoke kindly to the man and ended by resolving his grievance. Afterward, I asked why the man hadn't been punished. When father told me I'd understand by the time I became king, I said I didn't want to be king if people threw tomatoes at me.
Father roars with laughter when he tells this tale. Now I know why: It is a thankless task, but tomatoes are the least of it.
But, Ella, I could tell you that story anytime. I could tell it to you in a month or in a year. You, however, have told me little of your new school, or your new friends and new adventures. Is there a reason for this? It would hurt me if I were no longer your confidante. Please let me know if I have in some way offended you.
Are you still too young to marry?
Her pen used to overflow with things to tell Char, but tonight it was dry. Reluctant as she was to admit it, she knew she loved him; it was as much a part of her as her brown eyes. But he was in Ayorthia, and she was on this strange island. Even after she graduated and he returned to Frell, she knew she could not marry a prince, not with the curse ready to make her a puppet queen.
And then, there was Dick. Dick who made her laugh and sing and who she was really enjoying getting to know. She'd even bought a bikini, and was considering Toby's advice as she tried to draft a reply. It was nice to be interested in someone who lived a floor away and not a dimension away, that was for sure...
[OOC: Door closed. Laaaaand shaaark?]