♦

She stops in her tracks, blinking, then eyes her questioner. ‘I only get one word?’ She sighs, pondering for several moments. ‘Love. Seems too small a word, but anything else… is even smaller to say.’

♦

‘Safety.’

♬ = singing to them .

When he starting singing to her to try to cheer her up, Adriwyn stopped her pacing to listen. As Gulmont continued, even her fidgeting slowly ceased. His voice made even the silly song he was delivering into an artistic delight.

Giggling at his comedic denoument, the sticks in his hair accentuating the details of the impish creatures in the song, she smiled warmly, then tilted her head, pondering briefly. ‘Gulmont, I do hope you’ll come sing something for us at the next performance night! Please?’

Catching up on Duties Acquired

“Borrowing” some stationery and the means to make use of it, Adri sits at a table in the lower reaches of the Refuge, and starts to write.

Dear Lord Cameron,

As I’ve not been able to make connection with you before now for the keys for the upcoming performance night, I’ll be stopping by the house a few times in the next day or two, hoping to catch you in. I’m sorry my dealings have kept me from a more convenient arrangement until now.

If I may ask, what were those yellowish fruit rings the other night? I’ve not had them before, and they were delicious!

Yours,
Adriwyn Jardin

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