Muninn to Stephen, heavily warded
After Jordan's sorting Sarah had attempted to write to Stephen. The game of 'mimed ways to kill a face-melting, child-eating demon' with Dr. Cox had put her in a rather good mood at that sorting, even with squibbing someone, and she considered joining up with the man for a second round to keep him from having a stroke at the events, but when she had noticed Stephen and Dr. Cox interacting, she had held off. Approaching Stephen in public was an even less smart idea than it had before if she wanted the wake of the secrets board to die down - which she did, desperately, for his sake - but she knew after observing the men she could not go without contacting him. Something just felt off, and she wanted it not to be the fact that had been the first time she had seen him since Monday evening. She had no expectations, she never had with him... and that would be what she continued to tell herself. However, every note had come off in a way she did not like and so she had not sent them, knowing that if she were needed, he would contact her and thinking that waiting would not be a bad thing.
Yet, now here she was once more writing him because he had been out of contact for three days with only that one non-meeting and she was worried. The problem was, she still did not know what to say without coming off as clinging, but even with the better exchanges on the secrets board and the pistol lessons, she still worried he was avoiding her because of his intimation she was losing her mind that night they had talked about the letter. She was not, she was certain of it, but she could not argue what they were not discussing. She had no intention of doing so even now. But, she had to at least not-owl him, as some things seemed to work best for them on paper - even if she did want more.
Finally, after agonizing over what to say and what to use to make the owl make sense, she simply went with her instinct and wrote what she was certain was the most ridiculous note ever, then warded the note severely and sent it off.
Stephen,
I promised myself I'd never write notes just to see if you'd respond to push myself on you because you haven't spoken to me in days to be in contact, but it seemed really silly to make up an excuse to write, like discussing more shooting lessons or something else really obvious as an excuse, when I could just be honest about why I was doing it. So I'm writing because I missed you. There, I said it. Or wrote it, whichever.
Feel free to not respond - not that I have to tell you that. I'm already feeling awkward and stupid doing this but, well... I've been worried.
Love,
Sarah
Yet, now here she was once more writing him because he had been out of contact for three days with only that one non-meeting and she was worried. The problem was, she still did not know what to say without coming off as clinging, but even with the better exchanges on the secrets board and the pistol lessons, she still worried he was avoiding her because of his intimation she was losing her mind that night they had talked about the letter. She was not, she was certain of it, but she could not argue what they were not discussing. She had no intention of doing so even now. But, she had to at least not-owl him, as some things seemed to work best for them on paper - even if she did want more.
Finally, after agonizing over what to say and what to use to make the owl make sense, she simply went with her instinct and wrote what she was certain was the most ridiculous note ever, then warded the note severely and sent it off.
Stephen,
I promised myself I'd never write notes just to see if you'd respond to push myself on you because you haven't spoken to me in days to be in contact, but it seemed really silly to make up an excuse to write, like discussing more shooting lessons or something else really obvious as an excuse, when I could just be honest about why I was doing it. So I'm writing because I missed you. There, I said it. Or wrote it, whichever.
Feel free to not respond - not that I have to tell you that. I'm already feeling awkward and stupid doing this but, well... I've been worried.
Love,
Sarah