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dear_mun2012-08-17 11:06 pm
deathbeforedishonour) wrote in dear_mun2012-08-17 11:06 pm
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Dear Mun,
My word, you are in a mood tonight. The application to that fascinating Betenoire place is written, and you shan’t be doing a thing to it now. So why worry? You’ll never get to do anything fun if all you do is sit around worrying!
“Stop complaining,” Said the farmer, “Who told you a calf to be? Why don’t you have wings to fly with, like the swallow so proud and free?” What, dear Mun, did you suppose I do not listen when your little galliard sings? I rather enjoy music, you know, particularly to which to dance. And it is such a sad, gloomy song; Melancholy is certainly one of the most beautiful of human emotions.
Evidently, I ought to redirect your energies, hmmm? You did finish my poem for tomorrow, didn’t you? I do recall that Marcel said he appreciates my work, and the poor man failed so dismally at courtship. Why, he didn’t even grasp that I adore poetry! Can you imagine that? He’s not as clever as he likes to believe. But he has gone to Hell and back, so it is no privation to write a few verses in his honour.
I fancy not a thing can be quite as exasperating to the Prince as a public poetry reading in the midst of his court; clearly I am doing him a favour by distracting him from all that pesky Brood business. Yes, quite an exciting night to come, don’t you think?
Eternally yours,
Jennifer Greene
My word, you are in a mood tonight. The application to that fascinating Betenoire place is written, and you shan’t be doing a thing to it now. So why worry? You’ll never get to do anything fun if all you do is sit around worrying!
“Stop complaining,” Said the farmer, “Who told you a calf to be? Why don’t you have wings to fly with, like the swallow so proud and free?” What, dear Mun, did you suppose I do not listen when your little galliard sings? I rather enjoy music, you know, particularly to which to dance. And it is such a sad, gloomy song; Melancholy is certainly one of the most beautiful of human emotions.
Evidently, I ought to redirect your energies, hmmm? You did finish my poem for tomorrow, didn’t you? I do recall that Marcel said he appreciates my work, and the poor man failed so dismally at courtship. Why, he didn’t even grasp that I adore poetry! Can you imagine that? He’s not as clever as he likes to believe. But he has gone to Hell and back, so it is no privation to write a few verses in his honour.
I fancy not a thing can be quite as exasperating to the Prince as a public poetry reading in the midst of his court; clearly I am doing him a favour by distracting him from all that pesky Brood business. Yes, quite an exciting night to come, don’t you think?
Eternally yours,
Jennifer Greene