The Written Word

[quiet_librarian]

A tall, and dignified woman dressed in Victorian gowns sits quietly at one of the Plaza tables, with a few sheets of parchment scattered out on the table before her.

She paused for a moment, uncertain about the words she wants to write.

Glancing around her surroundings, she takes a moment to compose her thoughts. "It can be difficult to be separated by someone close to you. How do you keep a connection, when more than just distance separates you?"

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[conjuredskies]

"Yes, as I said. It's impractical. Better to do the other thing. Keep the connection alive on your end by other means."

[quiet_librarian]

"I have written him letters. It is a little challenging for them to be sent to him." Dru pauses slightly. "I just wish we could see each other more often."

[conjuredskies]

"Why, is he on another plane?" He's making another mark on the map while he talks. "I'm sure you could find your way from here. And if you don't choose to, then it seems you have your answers."

[quiet_librarian]

"He is on another planet." An honest answer.

"When I do visit him, I always need to take a guardian with me."

[conjuredskies]

"Need to? Or are you told to? Guardians can be evaded." He grins to himself for a moment. "That's half the game in courtship."

[quiet_librarian]

"His race used to be at war against my father's race. So one does need caution."