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Aug. 11th, 2014 08:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unbridledheart[Filter: Private, in Atsirian]
It ... could be nothing.
But it could be something, couldn't it?
It's been so long, now.
I had hoped
No. There is no hoping this away. Keeping quiet serves no one but your own selfish embarrassment, you silly girl.
[a long pause]
[Filter: Karlesta and Melyndra, in Atsirian]
I think there was an attempt to get into my room, tonight.
The glass is broken -- I can't find anything, a stone, a brick, nothing. But I looked through it and the ivy on the lattice is torn, as though someone might have climbed it, and -- perhaps it is my own foolish paranoia, but --
I do not think I should stay here tonight. Perhaps not again at all.
It ... could be nothing.
But it could be something, couldn't it?
It's been so long, now.
No. There is no hoping this away. Keeping quiet serves no one but your own selfish embarrassment, you silly girl.
[a long pause]
[Filter: Karlesta and Melyndra, in Atsirian]
I think there was an attempt to get into my room, tonight.
The glass is broken -- I can't find anything, a stone, a brick, nothing. But I looked through it and the ivy on the lattice is torn, as though someone might have climbed it, and -- perhaps it is my own foolish paranoia, but --
I do not think I should stay here tonight. Perhaps not again at all.
