Nathan Tarn (nathanofthelake) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-09-26 19:38:00 |
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Current mood: | worried |
Entry tags: | arthur, cecilia caldwell, michael madison, morgan, nathan tarn |
Letters
Because Nathan honestly believed that keyboards were invented by the devil (he was the king of the one-fingered typing, when he was forced around the demon machines) and didn't even remotely know how to work email, when he decided it was time to reach out to certain key players, he turned to an old-fashioned form of communication.
Some letters, then, written in a slightly shaky left-handed scrawl on parchment and sealed with wax (the Lady thrilled in that little touch; so much of the old elegance was lost, now, in the age of electronic ones and zeros and soulless typed correspondence) in what might be a familiar symbol. The water lily, after all, had once covered the Lady's lake. It was fitting that it should now seal Nathan's letters.
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Mike,
I'd like to talk, if we could. Face to face. Please know that I'm not attempting to resume any previous fights. I just think we have things we need to discuss.
If you want, I'll be at the new bakery, next to my shop. The Round Table. I'm there all day.
-N. Tarn
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My Liege,
I do not wish to disturb you, should you not wish me to. But there are circumstances that I feel you should be aware of. If it pleases my lord, I will be in my shop and available at your convenience.
Yours in service,
N.
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Lady Morgause,
If it pleases you, I wish to talk.
-N.
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And the last letter had no address. No real way Nathan could expect it to reach the intended party. But Nathan put it in the mailbox, stamp placed firmly on with more than a little bit of optimistic hope, believing absolutely in fate to have it find its way.
Morgan,
We must talk. Find me by my lake.
-Nimue