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Alanna wobbled back into her room. The burns on her arms where already feeling much better, but the three hours of sleep from the night before were beginning to catch up to her. Warrily, she began to undress and then her eyes fell to her desk. Neatly stacked next to her candle were two notes, on closer inspection, she found one to be from George and the other from Jon.
They have the worst timing. Alanna finished changing for bed and sat down to read and write letters.
My former squire,
I'm displeased to hear you think that Faithful scratching Gary is the most horrible event we've had. Have you learned nothing in your time of service to me? The worst thing that has happened is the fact that Faithful only landed a nick or two.
You're well missed, that's a promise. By me more then anyone. Everyone's just a bit more downtrodden these days, without your little addition of sarcasm.
Cousin will probably say that I can't really leave, so I'll send Myles, which he can't really protest to. Then I'll just hint to Myles that I'd love to visit too, and he'll likely deal with the rest. You know how he has that way of doing anything he wants and make everyone else feel bad that they didn't offer to let him in the first place.
Your roommate vanished? Must be nice to have your own room again. Can I see? Want to know if your taste is better than it used to be. There may be possibilities, and while we're alone...
What kind of technology do they have there? Anything that'll keep you from bruising knuckles? Uncle beat me in a duel(unsurprisingly) and rapped my hand with the flat of the blade, and then I had the nasty luck to to end up smashing it on what feels like every wall of the palace. Repeatedly.
Mind you, Alanna, all students are insane, even the ones in the palace. All teachers and administrative beings are insane. All help is insane. In short, there is not one shred of sanity anywhere. You really have to stop forgetting that.
Reply quickly. That's a royal order.
Jon.
P.S. I've hid the candle, so you can stop the paranoia. And feel free to tell me how much you miss me.
Jon,
I don't need a royal order to reply quickly, I just need to finish wiping the zombie goo off of my sleeve. And before you ask, a zombie is a dead thing that's no longer dead and wants to eat brains. A whole lot of them attacked the school and town tonight.
I've actually developed female friends, oh come on, no need to fall off your chair. I talked to girls back home. The food in the mess hall is terryfing, even more than my own cooking. I've taken to eating in town but it's eating up my money faster then anything. So if you can get me some more money, that'd be nice. I have a sort of job as Healer helper person. But yeah, no sanity what so ever.
The technology here is more for entertainment purposes then anything. But they do have quick methods of transportation. And television is oddly fascinating. There's nothing here that would cause your knuckles not to get hurt, but there are things that will help them heal faster. And please be careful around the slimy bastard your Cousin. Women are valued a lot more here.
Does Myles know why I want him to come and not Duke Gereth? Or is he going to find out when he sees me and hears people calling me Alanna? Your description of him just made me suddenly homesick. At least we don't have zombies at home.
And yes, my roommate is gone, but I may get another or move into a room with someone. It depends. I really like being alone and on the first floor. There are certain advantages for when you visit on my being alone.
Alanna.
P.S. Can you bring Faithful when you visit?
Alanna!
We'll see how well this little magic trick of your brother's works. Odd little thing, the Gift, but I'm not one to argue if it helps you out of a rough spot. Pity he's so cocky about it. Your brother really has an ego on hiim, if you'll excuse my saying.
How're the students treating you? The staff, for that matter? Any theives in the lot? I may be king of no one over there, but my little assistants keep their job wherever they go. Anything you don't like over there, and send me a word.
George.
George,
I'm sorry, you got me at a bad time. Zombies attacked the school last night, and then again this afternoon. There was a lot of fightning. Zombies are dead things that like to eat brains. Please don't ask.
The students are fine, I have a few friends. Mostly female, oddly enough. Maybe I'm compensating. I'm running for Student Securites Officer. The teachers are fine. The food is not, so I'm spending all of my money on that.
I can take care of myself George. And with the unusual student body here, I'm willing to bet that at least a few are theives, at least in hobby.
Alanna.
P.S. I'll ignore your comments about my brother seeing how they're true.
Alanna tossed the notes into the candle flame and colapsed into bed, forgetting to check to see if her door was locked.
They have the worst timing. Alanna finished changing for bed and sat down to read and write letters.
My former squire,
I'm displeased to hear you think that Faithful scratching Gary is the most horrible event we've had. Have you learned nothing in your time of service to me? The worst thing that has happened is the fact that Faithful only landed a nick or two.
You're well missed, that's a promise. By me more then anyone. Everyone's just a bit more downtrodden these days, without your little addition of sarcasm.
Cousin will probably say that I can't really leave, so I'll send Myles, which he can't really protest to. Then I'll just hint to Myles that I'd love to visit too, and he'll likely deal with the rest. You know how he has that way of doing anything he wants and make everyone else feel bad that they didn't offer to let him in the first place.
Your roommate vanished? Must be nice to have your own room again. Can I see? Want to know if your taste is better than it used to be. There may be possibilities, and while we're alone...
What kind of technology do they have there? Anything that'll keep you from bruising knuckles? Uncle beat me in a duel(unsurprisingly) and rapped my hand with the flat of the blade, and then I had the nasty luck to to end up smashing it on what feels like every wall of the palace. Repeatedly.
Mind you, Alanna, all students are insane, even the ones in the palace. All teachers and administrative beings are insane. All help is insane. In short, there is not one shred of sanity anywhere. You really have to stop forgetting that.
Reply quickly. That's a royal order.
Jon.
P.S. I've hid the candle, so you can stop the paranoia. And feel free to tell me how much you miss me.
Jon,
I don't need a royal order to reply quickly, I just need to finish wiping the zombie goo off of my sleeve. And before you ask, a zombie is a dead thing that's no longer dead and wants to eat brains. A whole lot of them attacked the school and town tonight.
I've actually developed female friends, oh come on, no need to fall off your chair. I talked to girls back home. The food in the mess hall is terryfing, even more than my own cooking. I've taken to eating in town but it's eating up my money faster then anything. So if you can get me some more money, that'd be nice. I have a sort of job as Healer helper person. But yeah, no sanity what so ever.
The technology here is more for entertainment purposes then anything. But they do have quick methods of transportation. And television is oddly fascinating. There's nothing here that would cause your knuckles not to get hurt, but there are things that will help them heal faster. And please be careful around the slimy bastard your Cousin. Women are valued a lot more here.
Does Myles know why I want him to come and not Duke Gereth? Or is he going to find out when he sees me and hears people calling me Alanna? Your description of him just made me suddenly homesick. At least we don't have zombies at home.
And yes, my roommate is gone, but I may get another or move into a room with someone. It depends. I really like being alone and on the first floor. There are certain advantages for when you visit on my being alone.
Alanna.
P.S. Can you bring Faithful when you visit?
Alanna!
We'll see how well this little magic trick of your brother's works. Odd little thing, the Gift, but I'm not one to argue if it helps you out of a rough spot. Pity he's so cocky about it. Your brother really has an ego on hiim, if you'll excuse my saying.
How're the students treating you? The staff, for that matter? Any theives in the lot? I may be king of no one over there, but my little assistants keep their job wherever they go. Anything you don't like over there, and send me a word.
George.
George,
I'm sorry, you got me at a bad time. Zombies attacked the school last night, and then again this afternoon. There was a lot of fightning. Zombies are dead things that like to eat brains. Please don't ask.
The students are fine, I have a few friends. Mostly female, oddly enough. Maybe I'm compensating. I'm running for Student Securites Officer. The teachers are fine. The food is not, so I'm spending all of my money on that.
I can take care of myself George. And with the unusual student body here, I'm willing to bet that at least a few are theives, at least in hobby.
Alanna.
P.S. I'll ignore your comments about my brother seeing how they're true.
Alanna tossed the notes into the candle flame and colapsed into bed, forgetting to check to see if her door was locked.