Dear CedricThe blank page mocked him. Ink and quill stood gathering dust while Desdemon stared and willed himself to get words down on paper. Writing a letter should not be this hard! Especially as he was starting small! A simple letter to a newfound friend whom he hoped would understand his muddled thoughts. He’d scraped together all the supplies in the house, which turned out to be the most out-dated writing implements he could possible use, before sitting down before the fireplace… and refusing to writing a thing.More Like This
“Oh, sod it all!”
Before he could loose his nerve, the slender man picked up his quill, dipped it in the well, and began to write. Pushing all self-doubting thoughts from his head the Chandelure simply let the quill scratch along and his letter eek out slowly onto the parchment.
I must admit that I did not plan on meeting anyone new during that fateful trip back to Castelia. The Ashworths are a vile group of elitists whose acquaintances