Stickbug B1, Wednesday Morning
Tyler couldn't sleep after he got back from the campfire, and the hug from Draco hadn't really helped. He spent half the night working on a draft of a letter to River, as Dr. Pevensie had suggested. He frowned as he worked, not sure what he wanted to say about what had happened Sunday.
Some of his letters were really angry. Some were so mushy he wanted to deny authorship. Finally he came up with
a draft that shouldn't embarrass either of them or upset River again. It was barely dawn when he crept over to Puffin cabin and slid the note under the door in an envelope, hoping River would find it.
Then he went back to his cabin and tried to get lost in loud music on his iPod. He was trying not to think about whether she would show up or not.
[OOC: Open to River or any Stickbugs.]
Some of his letters were really angry. Some were so mushy he wanted to deny authorship. Finally he came up with
a draft that shouldn't embarrass either of them or upset River again. It was barely dawn when he crept over to Puffin cabin and slid the note under the door in an envelope, hoping River would find it.
Then he went back to his cabin and tried to get lost in loud music on his iPod. He was trying not to think about whether she would show up or not.
[OOC: Open to River or any Stickbugs.]