The Luinista
June 26th, 5:13 PM RST
Carley hid in her room aboard the Luinista for most of her day. While her ire had been directly solely at Orson for his plotting and scheming to ruin her and Cy's relationship, it left her filled with a desire for solitude. She hadn't the patience to put on a brave face that day. Things hurt too much.
Left to her own devices, her day was rather blase. She napped. She did paperwork regarding the airship, future cargo, and the warehouses she was trying to rent. She napped again. She consumed much candy in her hidden stash. Who knew that MochaMaple Bombs could be so tasty?
Orson didn't care drop by her room at any point. No. Carley knew the gnome knew better. She didn't mean it when she said she didn't want to talk to him ever again, of course, but she was sure she didn't want to speak to him for some time. There was no excuse for what he did, good intentions or not. One of the cargo workers had dropped by however - Grayson. He was nice and seemed genuinely concerned for the little elf. He was kind enough to bring water when she asked for it, as she had no access in her room. Cy had been absent, much as Orson, but she figured his reasoning was simply to give her the space she desired.
While his plan was a success, part of Carley wished it hadn't been. Part of her wished she never found out that it was Orson behind the letters. But what was done was done.
She sighed as she laid in her cot, staring upwards to the ceiling above. Her mind couldn't help but wander throughout the day's events. Even to the beginning of it all. When Cy had kissed her and called her sunshine. It was obvious to her that he was trying his hardest to pretend, and he had done a much better job than when the drow declared her her wife. But the kiss... it wasn't right. It was lackluster. The rigidity of his lips, the way they had been pursed, the very wrong angle he had tilted his head. But... he was trying.
Carley sat up and knit her brows together as pieces slowly started to tumble into place. His kiss. The aversion to pretend kissing the previous night. Why he acted like such a loser when it came to girls. It all hit her like a ton of bricks, just as the cloud of guilt descended upon her.
She felt like a very awful person then.
There were things she needed to say to Cy, but given the circumstances Carley thought it odd to talk it over with him. A letter seemed best, in spite of the mishaps of the previous few days. Surely he would know it was really from her, and not yet another forgery.
Being one inclined to write letters, it didn't take her long for her to gather the various necessities for doing so. Stationery. Pen. Envelope. She pondered briefly before she began to write in her tell tale loopy blue script.
Dear CyCy,
It's definitely me and no one else writing you this letter. I hope you don't think I was mad at you today. I wasn't mad at anyone but Gramps. I just needed some time to myself after everything that happened, but I think ya understand that, right? Else you'd have come by my room. Grayson came earlier to see if I was okay, but that's all. I'm sure Gramps is keeping his distance. I don't want to talk to him. I'm really disappointed in him and hurt by his actions. I'm not really happy that he made it such a public spectacle in front of everyone either.
Anyways, none of that is the real reason I'm writing you. It's about last night at the inn and early this morning when you kissed me. Did I even thank you for last night? I was really scared, but ya didn't leave me. I appreciate it very much, CyCy, especially since I think you were kinda scared too. Guns are really, really scary.
I realize now that you weren't averted to pretend kissing me then because you thought you were too good to. After everything, it was really unfair of me to accuse you of that, or to take a bad mood out on you. For that, I'm real sorry CyCy. I could tell this morning that you were trying real hard to do your best in pretending. Even with the kiss - and while I wouldn't say it was a bad kiss, you and I both know that's not really quite the way ya do it. It reminded me a lot of the first time I ever kissed someone. The way I had my lips and head positioned and all. You did just about the same thing, and I could tell it wasn't something you were used to doing.
Suppose it's my fault for assuming you had lots of girlfriends and kisses and such. You just seem the type, ya know? That's the only reason I ever teased you about girls or yer kissing. If I had known the truth I never would have, since it's not nice to tease friends about something like that. I guess what I really feel bad about though is the fact ya wasted what I suspect is yer first kiss on me, just to prove a point. First kisses should always be special, and with someone you care about, not just done willy nilly with some random person. I'm very, very sorry about that, and I hope you're not too mad at me about it. If I knew the truth, I wouldn't have suggested it at all.
I'll do my best to make it up to ya!
Mellonlle,
Carley Q.
Her letter finished, Carley folded it into three sections before putting it in the envelope. A cinnamon flavored lollipop was thrown in for good measure before she bothered to seal it. On the outside she used her blueberry scented marker to write, "To CyCy". She figured that would be a good indication of who had sent the letter.
With cabin fever settling in, the little elf figured now was as good a time as any to depart the airship. It was when she was sneaking out that she slipped the thick envelope under the door to Cy's room.
June 26th, 5:13 PM RST
Carley hid in her room aboard the Luinista for most of her day. While her ire had been directly solely at Orson for his plotting and scheming to ruin her and Cy's relationship, it left her filled with a desire for solitude. She hadn't the patience to put on a brave face that day. Things hurt too much.
Left to her own devices, her day was rather blase. She napped. She did paperwork regarding the airship, future cargo, and the warehouses she was trying to rent. She napped again. She consumed much candy in her hidden stash. Who knew that MochaMaple Bombs could be so tasty?
Orson didn't care drop by her room at any point. No. Carley knew the gnome knew better. She didn't mean it when she said she didn't want to talk to him ever again, of course, but she was sure she didn't want to speak to him for some time. There was no excuse for what he did, good intentions or not. One of the cargo workers had dropped by however - Grayson. He was nice and seemed genuinely concerned for the little elf. He was kind enough to bring water when she asked for it, as she had no access in her room. Cy had been absent, much as Orson, but she figured his reasoning was simply to give her the space she desired.
While his plan was a success, part of Carley wished it hadn't been. Part of her wished she never found out that it was Orson behind the letters. But what was done was done.
She sighed as she laid in her cot, staring upwards to the ceiling above. Her mind couldn't help but wander throughout the day's events. Even to the beginning of it all. When Cy had kissed her and called her sunshine. It was obvious to her that he was trying his hardest to pretend, and he had done a much better job than when the drow declared her her wife. But the kiss... it wasn't right. It was lackluster. The rigidity of his lips, the way they had been pursed, the very wrong angle he had tilted his head. But... he was trying.
Carley sat up and knit her brows together as pieces slowly started to tumble into place. His kiss. The aversion to pretend kissing the previous night. Why he acted like such a loser when it came to girls. It all hit her like a ton of bricks, just as the cloud of guilt descended upon her.
She felt like a very awful person then.
There were things she needed to say to Cy, but given the circumstances Carley thought it odd to talk it over with him. A letter seemed best, in spite of the mishaps of the previous few days. Surely he would know it was really from her, and not yet another forgery.
Being one inclined to write letters, it didn't take her long for her to gather the various necessities for doing so. Stationery. Pen. Envelope. She pondered briefly before she began to write in her tell tale loopy blue script.
Dear CyCy,
It's definitely me and no one else writing you this letter. I hope you don't think I was mad at you today. I wasn't mad at anyone but Gramps. I just needed some time to myself after everything that happened, but I think ya understand that, right? Else you'd have come by my room. Grayson came earlier to see if I was okay, but that's all. I'm sure Gramps is keeping his distance. I don't want to talk to him. I'm really disappointed in him and hurt by his actions. I'm not really happy that he made it such a public spectacle in front of everyone either.
Anyways, none of that is the real reason I'm writing you. It's about last night at the inn and early this morning when you kissed me. Did I even thank you for last night? I was really scared, but ya didn't leave me. I appreciate it very much, CyCy, especially since I think you were kinda scared too. Guns are really, really scary.
I realize now that you weren't averted to pretend kissing me then because you thought you were too good to. After everything, it was really unfair of me to accuse you of that, or to take a bad mood out on you. For that, I'm real sorry CyCy. I could tell this morning that you were trying real hard to do your best in pretending. Even with the kiss - and while I wouldn't say it was a bad kiss, you and I both know that's not really quite the way ya do it. It reminded me a lot of the first time I ever kissed someone. The way I had my lips and head positioned and all. You did just about the same thing, and I could tell it wasn't something you were used to doing.
Suppose it's my fault for assuming you had lots of girlfriends and kisses and such. You just seem the type, ya know? That's the only reason I ever teased you about girls or yer kissing. If I had known the truth I never would have, since it's not nice to tease friends about something like that. I guess what I really feel bad about though is the fact ya wasted what I suspect is yer first kiss on me, just to prove a point. First kisses should always be special, and with someone you care about, not just done willy nilly with some random person. I'm very, very sorry about that, and I hope you're not too mad at me about it. If I knew the truth, I wouldn't have suggested it at all.
I'll do my best to make it up to ya!
Mellonlle,
Carley Q.
Her letter finished, Carley folded it into three sections before putting it in the envelope. A cinnamon flavored lollipop was thrown in for good measure before she bothered to seal it. On the outside she used her blueberry scented marker to write, "To CyCy". She figured that would be a good indication of who had sent the letter.
With cabin fever settling in, the little elf figured now was as good a time as any to depart the airship. It was when she was sneaking out that she slipped the thick envelope under the door to Cy's room.