Room 516, Sunday
It had been a miracle that Éowyn had managed to set up her message-saving device at all, but considering the correspondences she'd received today, she was beginning to wonder if throwing the machine out the window would put it to a better use.
The first message did not sound as though it was intended for her at all, and while she wanted to believe the same about the others, the tone and language angered her so greatly that she simply had to respond.
Now, she was perched on her bed, attempting to clear her mind of all its angry thoughts. They would do her no good in the long run.
[Linkdroppy but open. *apologizes to the squirrels*]
The first message did not sound as though it was intended for her at all, and while she wanted to believe the same about the others, the tone and language angered her so greatly that she simply had to respond.
Now, she was perched on her bed, attempting to clear her mind of all its angry thoughts. They would do her no good in the long run.
[Linkdroppy but open. *apologizes to the squirrels*]