Florian Leffoy (prince_florian) wrote in lightning_war, @ 2008-05-11 19:19:00 |
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Owls from Florian Leffoy, dated 13 September 1942...
Warded as strongly as the recipients can handle, and sealed with his seal:
To Kathleen Loveday, in reply to her letter:
Dear Kat,
I miss you and I’m sorry I’m not coming back tonight! I’m getting to stay, but not for the reason I wanted to. My mother and Nico won’t let me come back, and I wouldn’t mind except they don’t want me to come back even after Yvon gets better. They say that if there’s as much trouble at school as there is, I can’t go back until it’s settled, because there’s only my mother, Charis and Yvon and me in the whole lineage. I don’t mind staying to help take care of Yvon while he’s ill, and that’s part of why I have to stay, but I want to come back while he’s better because I miss you and Jon and Mercuria and the others, and I’m going to miss Tom after tonight.
I’m keeping the chocolates for Yvon; he can’t eat them yet. (He is the opposite kind of brother from Bill, and he said to tell you thank you, and that he hopes you’ll come and visit us soon.) He’s not able to eat anything but watery porridge and even that’s not helping him much. Magister van Rensselaer (not our teacher—his brother) and all of his friends are here and so are our household healers and nobody can figure out how to help him, which is scary. I was afraid he’s got polio since they couldn’t cure your brother either, but Magistra Allison says not and Yvon said they could have helped Bill if your father hadn’t hit him in the face and left.
(I don’t think I am supposed to repeat that, but I think you should probably know. Maybe you could tell Mr Bradbury you overheard something? I’d write to him but I don’t know if he trusts me. We’ll figure it out when I get back. I AM coming back. I know I am because Alessio dreamed about it.)
Maeve Pritchard is awful, isn’t she? I hope she knows I’d never marry someone like her. I’m sure she’ll get to be Lady Something or other, the DeVries and the Garniers are just about that desperate. She can wipe the drool off Alec DeVries’ lips while we’re out having fun setting speed records. Imagine that the next time she’s rude to you.
Yours,
Florian