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Starlight found himself staring at the paper in front of him, dip pen in hand. He had woken up relatively early this morning and had, had the brilliant idea to write a letter. Knock two birds with one stone. After all, he had been wanting to reach out to the wyngrew who had helped him all those days ago to express his gratitude and while he hadn’t caught the name of the quad, the biped - Nova - had managed to firmly stuck in his mind. Perhaps he might be able to convince her to meet up with him at some point in the near future? They had, had such a nice chat after he had recovered from his flashback and she made for lovely company.

Lowering his pen to the paper, he made the first marks of his letter.

Dear Miss Nova

Was that too formal? Was he able to address her by just Nova or would he first need to ask for confirmation? Perhaps it would be best left as it was. To scribble it out would surely lead her to believe he had poor penmanship. It would be terrible to leave such a bad impression... Perhaps he should just leave this as a first draft? Copy it neatly once he was done? Perhaps this was simply a terrible idea and he should just leave her alone. Such a kind soul was bound to be busy and reading a letter would only work to aid her precious time slipping away. Yet something still drew him to the paper. Something deep in the back of his mind telling him that he would regret it if he did not at least finish what he had started. With a short sigh, he turned back to the page. He did not have to send it... but if he did not try to at least write it then it would plague his mind for the rest of time.

Dear Miss Nova,
I am writing to thank you for being there in my time of need.

Still too formal? Yet he would not know how to correct that even if he tried... Gah, the formation of that ‘b’ was atrocious. No, no. Mustn’t get caught up in all that. He was meant to be just writing it after all. A draft. An imperfect sketch to lay the foundation for his masterpiece. Oh but the spacing between the words ‘in’ and ‘my’ was too terrible to be overlooked... the two words were practically soulbound with how close they were to each other. He shuddered at the paper, wincing slightly as he began to tear apart each and every detail in his head until the words didn’t even look like words anymore. Perhaps a break was in order? He thought, wiping his dip pen clean and capping the ink. An early morning fly over the Caravine Cliffs sounded lovely.

As he pushed up from his desk, he found himself instinctively stretching his wings - a sharp pain jolting through them, causing him to let out a small gasp. On second thought... maybe a rest day was in order. He had forgotten just how much he had flown the day before but his body sure hadn’t. A nice, short walk around town with Espresso should suffice.
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Gently pushing open his front door and letting Esso off of his lead, Starlight returned home from a reasonably uneventful walk. He had picked up a few extra groceries while he was out - which he promptly put in their rightful places - but it was nothing to write home about. Right, writing. With his runeboo quickly sprawling across his pet bed in the corner of the main room, Starly made his way back into the smaller bedroom/study. Approaching his desk, it was almost as if every ounce of calm refreshed energy was sapped out his body by the overwhelming sense of dread that reentered it. The paper grinning back at him with a faceless malice. You did this to yourself, Starlight. You started it, now finish the job. With a flick of his ears, he settled back into his chair, reread what he had written previously and began to write once more.

Dear Miss Nova,
I am writing to thank you for being there in my time of need. Without your intervention I fear that I perhaps may have stayed stuck in that world for much longer than I could even imagine.

Alright, good so far. Wait, no. Could that be misinterpreted? Best to clarify...

I realise now that, that choice of words could be seen as somewhat humorous as it was purely imaginary. This was not my intent.

Does that read as not being open to humour? Oh no...

But if you wish to interpret it as such that is also okay.

Was he just digging himself further into a hole at this point? Perhaps he should just get rid of all of that... start fresh? Let’s just cross it out for now... maybe. This is a rough draft, that’s what it’s for... He could always go back and change it. Maybe a change of subject was in order?

I couldn’t help but notice your struggle to remain airborne for prolonged periods of time during spite hunting class. I fancy myself quite the proficient flyer and would not mind providing a few pointers as my way of repaying the favour, if you so wish. While our wings may be of different styles, I have researched webbed wing flight previously on one of my many trips to the library and there is a comfortable amount of overlap between the two methods of flight.

Was that ok or could it be read as him insulting her? Him being an overconfident show off? Even worse, what if it was both? Oh, why did this have to prove itself to be such a difficult task? It should have been easy... he was anything but short on practice. He glanced over at his ever-growing pile of sealed envelopes that sat in a box in the corner of the room. Each contained a unique unsent letter addressed to his parents which he had written all throughout his life and yet had never been able to send. Perhaps it was simply the thought of this one actually being read that scared him the most. Unlike his parents who he had no contact with outside of what they left his egg with, Nova was a very real person who he had met face-to-face. What he wrote here would have real consequences.

I would love to meet up at some point. If not through flight then perhaps you could join me while I walk Espresso? Or maybe you would have something else in mind that you would rather do? Regardless, I hope this letter reaches you in good health.
- Starlight Noire

Alright, well, it wasn’t the best letter in the world but now was the time for the rewrite. All those little mistakes would be gone before he could even snap his fingers. Pushing the first draft to one side, he picked up a second sheet of paper and set about writing his new and improved version of the letter.
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Looking up from his page he couldn’t help but notice how dark the room had become. The window bathing the room in a deep orange light of sunset. How had he managed to waste away an entire day on just this? That aside, he had to hurry. If he did not leave now then he would miss the post cut off point. As quickly as his claws would allow, he grabbed the letter, folded it as neatly as he could and sealed it with the envelope before sprinting out of the door toward the nearest postbox. All panic leaving his body as he pushed it into the slot before turning tail and flying home.

It wasn’t until he got home, however, that he realised he’d made a terrible mistake. Something caught his eye as he went to go sit down on his bed. Laying innocently on his desk, a single sheet of paper - as to be expected - yet upon closer examination... That wasn’t the first draft. Oh no. In his panic he must have put the wrong sheet in the envelope! Starlight flopped backwards onto the bed, his head in his hands. Such a novice mistake... All he wanted was to gain her friendship but whatever was she going to think of him now?

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Starlight found himself staring at the paper in front of him, dip pen in hand. He had woken up relatively early this morning and had, had the brilliant idea to write a letter. Knock two birds with one stone. After all, he had been wanting to reach out to the wyngrew who had helped him all those days ago to express his gratitude and while he hadn’t caught the name of the quad, the biped - Nova - had managed to firmly stuck in his mind. Perhaps he might be able to convince her to meet up with him at some point in the near future? They had, had such a nice chat after he had recovered from his flashback and she made for lovely company.

Lowering his pen to the paper, he made the first marks of his letter.

Dear Miss Nova

Was that too formal? Was he able to address her by just Nova or would he first need to ask for confirmation? Perhaps it would be best left as it was. To scribble it out would surely lead her to believe he had poor penmanship. It would be terrible to leave such a bad impression... Perhaps he should just leave this as a first draft? Copy it neatly once he was done? Perhaps this was simply a terrible idea and he should just leave her alone. Such a kind soul was bound to be busy and reading a letter would only work to aid her precious time slipping away. Yet something still drew him to the paper. Something deep in the back of his mind telling him that he would regret it if he did not at least finish what he had started. With a short sigh, he turned back to the page. He did not have to send it... but if he did not try to at least write it then it would plague his mind for the rest of time.

Dear Miss Nova,
I am writing to thank you for being there in my time of need.

Still too formal? Yet he would not know how to correct that even if he tried... Gah, the formation of that ‘b’ was atrocious. No, no. Mustn’t get caught up in all that. He was meant to be just writing it after all. A draft. An imperfect sketch to lay the foundation for his masterpiece. Oh but the spacing between the words ‘in’ and ‘my’ was too terrible to be overlooked... the two words were practically soulbound with how close they were to each other. He shuddered at the paper, wincing slightly as he began to tear apart each and every detail in his head until the words didn’t even look like words anymore. Perhaps a break was in order? He thought, wiping his dip pen clean and capping the ink. An early morning fly over the Caravine Cliffs sounded lovely.

As he pushed up from his desk, he found himself instinctively stretching his wings - a sharp pain jolting through them, causing him to let out a small gasp. On second thought... maybe a rest day was in order. He had forgotten just how much he had flown the day before but his body sure hadn’t. A nice, short walk around town with Espresso should suffice.
——
Gently pushing open his front door and letting Esso off of his lead, Starlight returned home from a reasonably uneventful walk. He had picked up a few extra groceries while he was out - which he promptly put in their rightful places - but it was nothing to write home about. Right, writing. With his runeboo quickly sprawling across his pet bed in the corner of the main room, Starly made his way back into the smaller bedroom/study. Approaching his desk, it was almost as if every ounce of calm refreshed energy was sapped out his body by the overwhelming sense of dread that reentered it. The paper grinning back at him with a faceless malice. You did this to yourself, Starlight. You started it, now finish the job. With a flick of his ears, he settled back into his chair, reread what he had written previously and began to write once more.

Dear Miss Nova,
I am writing to thank you for being there in my time of need. Without your intervention I fear that I perhaps may have stayed stuck in that world for much longer than I could even imagine.

Alright, good so far. Wait, no. Could that be misinterpreted? Best to clarify...

I realise now that, that choice of words could be seen as somewhat humorous as it was purely imaginary. This was not my intent.

Does that read as not being open to humour? Oh no...

But if you wish to interpret it as such that is also okay.

Was he just digging himself further into a hole at this point? Perhaps he should just get rid of all of that... start fresh? Let’s just cross it out for now... maybe. This is a rough draft, that’s what it’s for... He could always go back and change it. Maybe a change of subject was in order?

I couldn’t help but notice your struggle to remain airborne for prolonged periods of time during spite hunting class. I fancy myself quite the proficient flyer and would not mind providing a few pointers as my way of repaying the favour, if you so wish. While our wings may be of different styles, I have researched webbed wing flight previously on one of my many trips to the library and there is a comfortable amount of overlap between the two methods of flight.

Was that ok or could it be read as him insulting her? Him being an overconfident show off? Even worse, what if it was both? Oh, why did this have to prove itself to be such a difficult task? It should have been easy... he was anything but short on practice. He glanced over at his ever-growing pile of sealed envelopes that sat in a box in the corner of the room. Each contained a unique unsent letter addressed to his parents which he had written all throughout his life and yet had never been able to send. Perhaps it was simply the thought of this one actually being read that scared him the most. Unlike his parents who he had no contact with outside of what they left his egg with, Nova was a very real person who he had met face-to-face. What he wrote here would have real consequences.

I would love to meet up at some point. If not through flight then perhaps you could join me while I walk Espresso? Or maybe you would have something else in mind that you would rather do? Regardless, I hope this letter reaches you in good health.
- Starlight Noire

Alright, well, it wasn’t the best letter in the world but now was the time for the rewrite. All those little mistakes would be gone before he could even snap his fingers. Pushing the first draft to one side, he picked up a second sheet of paper and set about writing his new and improved version of the letter.
——
Looking up from his page he couldn’t help but notice how dark the room had become. The window bathing the room in a deep orange light of sunset. How had he managed to waste away an entire day on just this? That aside, he had to hurry. If he did not leave now then he would miss the post cut off point. As quickly as his claws would allow, he grabbed the letter, folded it as neatly as he could and sealed it with the envelope before sprinting out of the door toward the nearest postbox. All panic leaving his body as he pushed it into the slot before turning tail and flying home.

It wasn’t until he got home, however, that he realised he’d made a terrible mistake. Something caught his eye as he went to go sit down on his bed. Laying innocently on his desk, a single sheet of paper - as to be expected - yet upon closer examination... That wasn’t the first draft. Oh no. In his panic he must have put the wrong sheet in the envelope! Starlight flopped backwards onto the bed, his head in his hands. Such a novice mistake... All he wanted was to gain her friendship but whatever was she going to think of him now?

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Nova (Mentioned) belongs to

Wyn Tracker - docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d…