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[oisre]

[ sometime after his network post, which she read but feels incapable of responding to — she hates the little phones, a knock comes at the door and a maid stands there with a letter on a tray. it's sealed with a glob of wax, pressed flat with a fingertip, not a seal.

in a careful, very old fashioned cursive in shimmery blue ink because they only gave her gel pens, ]

Professor,

Forgive my intrusion but I felt compelled to tell you of my gift now that I know of yours. Despite not being possessed of magic myself, I can see the magic of others like threads in a tapestry surrounding them. At times I can venture a guess as to the nature of the magic, especially those I am familiar with, but other times I am simply ignorant until the magic reveals itself.

I only wished to convey that your magic is beautiful.

Obligingly yours,
Pearl

[volkarin]

[ Not too long after, a letter finds its way to her in response, the handwriting on the parchment similarly neat — though apparently Emmrich was exempt from the gel pen rule. ]

My dear Pearl,

It is no intrusion at all — if anything, I am glad you would see fit to share such a thing with me. I suppose I've made little secret of what I can do, but I've long understood that such a thing is hardly a barometer by which I ought to form my expectations of the behavior of others.

And thank you, of course, for your very kind words.

If the idea does not displease you, perhaps further conversation would be better served by an environ of our own choosing, rather than another of the house's revels?

Yours in turn,
Emmrich

[oisre]

Emmrich,

There is some freedom here that has been lacking in my previous life. I have never had the ability to be anything less than unforthcoming though many times I'd wished it. While enjoying my privacy, I must admit that oftentimes it can become lonely.

I spend most days in the sitting room by the front parlour. It has the best light for my needlework and reading when it is too cold to venture out into the grounds. Unfortunately it has been blisteringly cold as of late, a tragedy I must only endure for a few months longer with any luck. I would be happy if you joined me there.

Still obligingly yours,
Pearl

[ it is not blisteringly cold, she is a baby. ]