I have a bit! What is the backstory?? I never got to see them together. Raine said they were school friends.
[They were too busy running away with Kikimora, and afterwards Luz shared about her family stuff, and then Eda hadn't been in the mood to talk so she hadn't asked, and...]
okay, okay, she- she will try. UGH. Luz has no idea if they've talked about this given the gap in time between them.]
To be super honest with you, I was really afraid you'd think I was really... cheesy? You're so cool, classy and amazing!!! I wanted to make this big cool spectacle, instead of how I'd normally want to ask someone out, which was kind of like the vibe Hooty did. I've been made fun of for being like... corny.
[Luz is trying to not be horribly embarrassed and presses onwards.]
Yeah, yeah! We'll so think of something. Something they'd both click with.
Maybe we can look for Azura for help? There were some stellar romances for the background characters.
I didn't think it was cheesy, I thought it was sweet. But then you started destroying all those nice things written about me so I thought you didn't want it at all. 💀
There are some great scenes... oh, remember Sir Jonenn's confession to Isabel in the haunted gazebo, in book 3? That was so romantic!
[On July 1st, Mai leaves a message in your inbox that has a little image attached to it. It reads that you are invited to her and Ryuji's birthday on the 3rd! No need to RSVP, feel free to bring friends!]
[But okay okay yes! They're doing this! And almost precisely five minutes later, Amity exits the house, so very ready for DATE. She's in a very cute pink and purple dress, courtesy of Rue, with a pretty little flower clip in her hair. She's also blushing mad already.]
[Luz is waiting outside the door, fidgeting with her shirt collar absently. She perks up at Amity's arrival.
Luz for her part is dressed up a bit more than usual. Cropped hoodie swapped for a partially open button up shirt over a dark tank top, some nice jeans along with an ascot tied around her neck. She maybe tied a ribbon around her horns a bit, don't worry about it.]
Yeah, me too! [wait, how do people pick up dates in movies, oh no.] I mean, hey, I'm ready, you're ready, so-
[Luz fumbles that, but still moves to plant a peck against her girlfriend's cheek, moving to loop their arms together.]
The lakes nearby! I thought, a picnic would be super cool! We could watch the water [No swimming attempts today.] and just sit together, just talk and eat?
Second date, I swear, we're going to go on a big adventure. I have like a zillion billion ideas. But- snacks won out. [She has a picnic basket hidden in the spot she picked out for them.]
[The letter and envelope both are of a fine quality cream linen paper, addressed and written with a round, almost lilting sort of hand in a dark orchid ink.
And if there's a wax seal closing the envelope, with an embossed little feather and spider on it, shh, let him be Extra in peace!]
Dearest Amity,
Permit me to pen these words with a heart that is both apprehensive and hopeful, as I find myself embarking upon the delicate dance of correspondence with you. It is but a humble attempt to reach beyond the solitude that oft envelops me, a solitude occasionally punctuated by the tumultuous antics of our mutual 'host', Thirteen, and their ignominious games. Perhaps, in the exchange of our thoughts and reflections, we shall find a diversion most entertaining, a flicker of light upon which to focus our energies.
Though uncertainty shadows my endeavor, I am emboldened by the prospect that this written communion may serve as a balm to the soul—a quiet reprieve from the difficulties that life persistently casts upon our paths. For, indeed, the act of reaching out to another is a venture that I approach with the utmost caution, seldom undertaken and fraught with risk.
Yet, here I am, daring to extend a hand across the chasm of unfamiliarity, in hopes that you might graciously accept it. I confess, my friend, that I am prone to moments of undeserved indelicacy. My words, at times, may bear the sharpness of untamed candor. Nevertheless, I pledge to temper my tongue where your presence is concerned, should you be so kind as to offer me the gift of your patience.
In our exchanges, I envision a tapestry woven with humor and sincerity, a shared sanctuary wherein we might both find solace and delight. For in the midst of life's capricious games, it is the connections we forge that lend our existence its most profound meaning.
Should you be inclined to reciprocate this overture, I would be profoundly honored and most eager to partake in this venture together—an odyssey of words and sentiments that might make of simple acquaintances, good friends.
Awaiting your esteemed reply with hopeful anticipation,
Yours most sincerely,
[While there is no actual ink on the page in the space before his signature, there is the indentation of something scribbled out, as if a mistake was made in a previous draft and was dashed out in almost aggressive frustration.]
[Some time later, he receives a letter on pretty purple paper, and while the ink is dark, there's an undertone of glitter.]
Dear Quill,
Thank you so much for your letter! I was glad to receive it. These days back home it's a rare thing, as most of us use scrolls and talk through Penstagram. You write so elegantly! I hope you don't mind if I'm much less formal. It would be inauthentic if I wrote differently to match. Your letter was beautiful to read, though. I felt a bit like I was reading some romantic scroll from many, many years ago, written by a noble witch from an ancient royal family.
Did you feel better, writing the letter? I've found that it helps to calm my feelings a lot to write things down. It's why I've kept a diary since I was very small. Or perhaps it's getting a response that will help you. Regardless, I hope my letter finds you well.
I wouldn't worry about you being too indelicate. I never felt you were untoward or mean. A little blunt, maybe! But I'm no less guilty of that sometimes. So please feel free to be your authentic self, with me or with letters. If you say something I don't agree with, I won't hesitate to tell you so! I've gotten much better about speaking my mind in recent months compared to how I used to be, with adults. And I've always been pretty good at it (maybe TOO good at times) with my peers. So you'll hear from me if you step out of line! I do appreciate your restraint, however. I'll do the same. I think we can be good friends who support each other.
Let's see. I am not so skilled at long form writing, but how about a little story? Now that we're back in Folkmore proper and I've been reunited with Ghost, my palisman, she seems determined to make up for her absence by ridding the entire household of bugs. Every morning I wake up to a pile of them gathered in a box on my bedroom floor. I think she may actually be catching some from outside and bringing them in. It may be true that palismen echo their partners... she is going overboard, working too hard. But she looks so pleased with herself that I can't bring myself to ask her to slow down. Have you any need for bugs? (I've been letting them loose outside. I really have no use for them.)
I hope you're doing well, and that your home is in a good state after everything that happened. We might be cleaning for weeks, but things are looking up.
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Please tell me you've noticed Eda and Raine making eyes at each other. Still.
Do you think they've even properly talked yet???
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I have a bit! What is the backstory?? I never got to see them together. Raine said they were school friends.
[They were too busy running away with Kikimora, and afterwards Luz shared about her family stuff, and then Eda hadn't been in the mood to talk so she hadn't asked, and...]
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Eda and Raine broke up due to Eda's owlbeast problem. But they're still totally in love with each other.
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The owlbeast is much more in control now, though. They should try getting back together!
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Yeah!! They reconnected briefly before the Day Of Unity stuff kicked off. We tried freeing Raine from the parade, but it didn't go super great.
Do they need a push or something??
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We're also not having an emotional break down like Hooty seemed to be having then (I think???), so we can definitely make something happen.
The real question is how, since I don't think a tunnel of love would work.
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But yeah, maybe not that one for Eda and Raine.
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okay, okay, she- she will try. UGH. Luz has no idea if they've talked about this given the gap in time between them.]
To be super honest with you, I was really afraid you'd think I was really... cheesy? You're so cool, classy and amazing!!! I wanted to make this big cool spectacle, instead of how I'd normally want to ask someone out, which was kind of like the vibe Hooty did. I've been made fun of for being like... corny.
[Luz is trying to not be horribly embarrassed and presses onwards.]
Yeah, yeah! We'll so think of something. Something they'd both click with.
Maybe we can look for Azura for help? There were some stellar romances for the background characters.
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There are some great scenes... oh, remember Sir Jonenn's confession to Isabel in the haunted gazebo, in book 3? That was so romantic!
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July 10th before event
you busy right now?
[Luz is trying to take her girlfriend on a surprise date, lets see how far this goes.]
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Not at all!
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YES!!
I mean, yes, of course!
instead of right now, can you give me five minutes?
[She is NOT going on a date in the lounge-around-the-house outfit she's currently in.]
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I'll meet you outside. Pretend I'm picking you up!
[Luz is maybe a bit too excited to even do that much. Proving the two of them are most certainly a matched set.]
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[But okay okay yes! They're doing this! And almost precisely five minutes later, Amity exits the house, so very ready for DATE. She's in a very cute pink and purple dress, courtesy of Rue, with a pretty little flower clip in her hair. She's also blushing mad already.]
Ready...!
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Luz for her part is dressed up a bit more than usual. Cropped hoodie swapped for a partially open button up shirt over a dark tank top, some nice jeans along with an ascot tied around her neck. She maybe tied a ribbon around her horns a bit, don't worry about it.]
Yeah, me too! [wait, how do people pick up dates in movies, oh no.] I mean, hey, I'm ready, you're ready, so-
[Luz fumbles that, but still moves to plant a peck against her girlfriend's cheek, moving to loop their arms together.]
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I'm so ready! [Wait, she said that already.] I mean- where are we going?
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Second date, I swear, we're going to go on a big adventure. I have like a zillion billion ideas. But- snacks won out. [She has a picnic basket hidden in the spot she picked out for them.]
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[She is stupid-easy to please, Luz should learn this. At least, when it comes to her specifically.]
There's still a lot of this world I haven't seen yet. An adventure will be good too.
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time for some silliness in a silly thread
yeahhhh big sillies
they deserve some silly as a treat
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Bnnuy Letter Post
And if there's a wax seal closing the envelope, with an embossed little feather and spider on it, shh, let him be Extra in peace!]
Dearest Amity,
Permit me to pen these words with a heart that is both apprehensive and hopeful, as I find myself embarking upon the delicate dance of correspondence with you. It is but a humble attempt to reach beyond the solitude that oft envelops me, a solitude occasionally punctuated by the tumultuous antics of our mutual 'host', Thirteen, and their ignominious games. Perhaps, in the exchange of our thoughts and reflections, we shall find a diversion most entertaining, a flicker of light upon which to focus our energies.
Though uncertainty shadows my endeavor, I am emboldened by the prospect that this written communion may serve as a balm to the soul—a quiet reprieve from the difficulties that life persistently casts upon our paths. For, indeed, the act of reaching out to another is a venture that I approach with the utmost caution, seldom undertaken and fraught with risk.
Yet, here I am, daring to extend a hand across the chasm of unfamiliarity, in hopes that you might graciously accept it. I confess, my friend, that I am prone to moments of undeserved indelicacy. My words, at times, may bear the sharpness of untamed candor. Nevertheless, I pledge to temper my tongue where your presence is concerned, should you be so kind as to offer me the gift of your patience.
In our exchanges, I envision a tapestry woven with humor and sincerity, a shared sanctuary wherein we might both find solace and delight. For in the midst of life's capricious games, it is the connections we forge that lend our existence its most profound meaning.
Should you be inclined to reciprocate this overture, I would be profoundly honored and most eager to partake in this venture together—an odyssey of words and sentiments that might make of simple acquaintances, good friends.
Awaiting your esteemed reply with hopeful anticipation,
Yours most sincerely,
[While there is no actual ink on the page in the space before his signature, there is the indentation of something scribbled out, as if a mistake was made in a previous draft and was dashed out in almost aggressive frustration.]
Quill
pretend this arrived more timely
Dear Quill,
Thank you so much for your letter! I was glad to receive it. These days back home it's a rare thing, as most of us use scrolls and talk through Penstagram. You write so elegantly! I hope you don't mind if I'm much less formal. It would be inauthentic if I wrote differently to match. Your letter was beautiful to read, though. I felt a bit like I was reading some romantic scroll from many, many years ago, written by a noble witch from an ancient royal family.
Did you feel better, writing the letter? I've found that it helps to calm my feelings a lot to write things down. It's why I've kept a diary since I was very small. Or perhaps it's getting a response that will help you. Regardless, I hope my letter finds you well.
I wouldn't worry about you being too indelicate. I never felt you were untoward or mean. A little blunt, maybe! But I'm no less guilty of that sometimes. So please feel free to be your authentic self, with me or with letters. If you say something I don't agree with, I won't hesitate to tell you so! I've gotten much better about speaking my mind in recent months compared to how I used to be, with adults. And I've always been pretty good at it (maybe TOO good at times) with my peers. So you'll hear from me if you step out of line! I do appreciate your restraint, however. I'll do the same. I think we can be good friends who support each other.
Let's see. I am not so skilled at long form writing, but how about a little story? Now that we're back in Folkmore proper and I've been reunited with Ghost, my palisman, she seems determined to make up for her absence by ridding the entire household of bugs. Every morning I wake up to a pile of them gathered in a box on my bedroom floor. I think she may actually be catching some from outside and bringing them in. It may be true that palismen echo their partners... she is going overboard, working too hard. But she looks so pleased with herself that I can't bring myself to ask her to slow down. Have you any need for bugs? (I've been letting them loose outside. I really have no use for them.)
I hope you're doing well, and that your home is in a good state after everything that happened. We might be cleaning for weeks, but things are looking up.
Until next time, take care,
Amity
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Thank you for the cake. Next time let's bake one together.
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I'd be happy to bake another with you.