Room 207, Monday Late Afternoon
After her classes, Yeul made her way back to her room. Once there, though, she fidgeted. Picking up a book and reading a few pages before setting it down and then looking at her beads to wonder if she should paint them only to decide that she did not feel like it.
She didn't want to leave her room but nothing in it appealed to her.
Eventually she left her door open, that seemed to help with the worst of the restlessness, and began a letter to Caius.
She could phone him. It was faster. Yeul didn't want to, not when she was still as unsettled as she ever got.
The beginning was, as always, simple: reassurance that she'd not had a vision, reiteration that she missed him, and a query about how he was doing.
After that… the words came slower as she tried to put her thoughts in order.
[Open door and post!]
She didn't want to leave her room but nothing in it appealed to her.
Eventually she left her door open, that seemed to help with the worst of the restlessness, and began a letter to Caius.
She could phone him. It was faster. Yeul didn't want to, not when she was still as unsettled as she ever got.
The beginning was, as always, simple: reassurance that she'd not had a vision, reiteration that she missed him, and a query about how he was doing.
After that… the words came slower as she tried to put her thoughts in order.
[Open door and post!]