#helieron

Mindy dropped a packet of papers of in Ron’s box. She giggled to herself as she ran off to go get her work done. Hopefully Ron and this guy would actually fess up to each other, after this. 

The top page of the packet had a note for Ron, written in Mindy’s unsteady handwriting:

“Here’s the letter I want rewritten! Thank you for the help! And remember your promise! Also, I’m almost done fixing the puppy. I’ll have it back to you tomorrow morning.”

The letter itself had no name at the top, or the bottom. It only said: 

“I know this is unusual. But I know not how to express this any other way. You have become special to me. More than just a friend. So much more. It’s all so new, this feeling.

It makes me happy whenever you come to visit me. And your gifts are so wonderful. I look forward to them, every time. It brings me warmth, thinking of you carefully packaging everything and preparing to deliver it. 

I fear that my state has been noticed by those closest to me. And perhaps that means this is far more serious than I had ever anticipated. I apologize if I’m shy about talking through this. I am much better at letters, than I am conversation.

I look forward to seeing you when you come again.”

((Continuing from Here))

Mindy was super pleased with Ron’s work. She’d always enjoyed what little she saw of his scribe work. But getting to examine it for herself gave her a mild touch of envy. This was clearly the difference between someone who’d only been learning and practicing for five years, versus... however many Ronron had been at it. When did he learn to write? She wasn’t sure when that happened.

She shrugged it off. No point in worrying about that now. She carefully put the letter away to keep it clean. Getting oil on it would give the plot away. She then waited until Ron went out for the afternoon. Something about buying scones. She snuck into his room with the letter and a box. 

Mindy carefully poked through Ron’s letter supplies, till she found his personal wax and letter sealer. She gently folded the letter, sealed it with Ron’s wax and seal, and then put it in the box, with a red camellia. Dwen had told her that camellias were considered good luck for men, and red ones meant a flame in the heart. 

Mindy then made sure she left everything where she’d found it, and snuck her way out before Ron got back. The next time Heliereaux came to visit, she carefully snuck the box with letter and flower, into one of his bags.