An Invitation
Submitted by Rethelia on January 30, 2010 - 11:24am
Rethelia crushed the letter in her hand and felt its sharp, crumpled edges dig into her palm.
Of course Lady Howell would suggest their meeting take place in her home- the girl should have expected no different outcome. Now, there was nothing she could do. To insist anywhere else was to show too particular a preference and, more importantly, fear.
She felt that fear, that sticking, sickly danger, acutely, so she did the only sensible thing- she sent her assent immediately.
Of course. She would be there.
The girl walked awhile in the dark, silent night that Stormwind had become. She threw the invitation into the canal.
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((*blinks* I actually
((*blinks* I actually sleep at night for a bit and I miss all sorts of things.))
"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself."
-Friedrich Nietzsche