Tollerian Letters 1
Dear Marissa,
I write this from the gazebo in Lake Clara Meer. It is a luminously gorgeous day, almost noon, the surface of the water blazing white, catching the sun and giving it to me selflessly. I am reminded of your sprightly energy and your bright smile. Waterfowl take flight and cry with jubilee, and I’m reminded of your laughter.
We servants so rarely get to appreciate a sunlit scene such as this, and when we do, we are so often drowsy or dizzy. But, my sweetheart, do not mistake me: the night has its own beauty without which I would shrivel up like primroses banished from the cool, protective shade. Perhaps that is why I hide here in this gazebo even as I admire the sunny lake!
Onward to business. I have spoken to our love and regnant, and he informs me that his time is limited these nights, what with trying to whip the Movement into shape. (Back with the Carthians after a century! It can hardly be believed.) Consequently, I have been given the privilege of tutoring you in certain disciplines which both he and I know. Soon we will begin lessons.
I also hope to take you on a day picnic not long from now. Does that not sound thrilling?
With Love,
Claire
I write this from the gazebo in Lake Clara Meer. It is a luminously gorgeous day, almost noon, the surface of the water blazing white, catching the sun and giving it to me selflessly. I am reminded of your sprightly energy and your bright smile. Waterfowl take flight and cry with jubilee, and I’m reminded of your laughter.
We servants so rarely get to appreciate a sunlit scene such as this, and when we do, we are so often drowsy or dizzy. But, my sweetheart, do not mistake me: the night has its own beauty without which I would shrivel up like primroses banished from the cool, protective shade. Perhaps that is why I hide here in this gazebo even as I admire the sunny lake!
Onward to business. I have spoken to our love and regnant, and he informs me that his time is limited these nights, what with trying to whip the Movement into shape. (Back with the Carthians after a century! It can hardly be believed.) Consequently, I have been given the privilege of tutoring you in certain disciplines which both he and I know. Soon we will begin lessons.
I also hope to take you on a day picnic not long from now. Does that not sound thrilling?
With Love,
Claire