(no subject)
There is a brown-paper parcel left with the Bar, and a note upon it, both addressed to River Tam.
Dearest River,
This trinket you may catch, and catching, keep,
yet not deprive it of its liberty;
so it may tell its fellows, who do sleep
betide this tavern, "There's a kindsome she."
I trust you shall be well in this cruel season--
but goes it else, I swear I'm not the reason.
Inside the package, nestled in among a small pile of leaves, is a snowflake fashioned of glass that might be ice, until you touch it and see it is not. It gleams when it catches the light.
Puck found that bit one of its chief selling points, actually.
Dearest River,
This trinket you may catch, and catching, keep,
yet not deprive it of its liberty;
so it may tell its fellows, who do sleep
betide this tavern, "There's a kindsome she."
I trust you shall be well in this cruel season--
but goes it else, I swear I'm not the reason.
Inside the package, nestled in among a small pile of leaves, is a snowflake fashioned of glass that might be ice, until you touch it and see it is not. It gleams when it catches the light.
Puck found that bit one of its chief selling points, actually.