A lot had happened just within a few days of settling into her dorm at the academy. Lattice had gone out there and interacted with others and it wasn't as painful as she thought it would be, it was still awkward here and there and some things she didn't quite understand as much as she would have liked to but still she enjoyed it on a certain level. In a way she was glad that Needle had pushed her out of the door and even pushed her to do this at all.
Lattice had never honestly written a letter before and so she wasn't sure how to go about it but still she'd promised Needle and so she was going to do the best she could.
There was but a handful of issues that she was facing now that she had settled at her little table and had everything arranged the way she wanted. Her pale fingertips ran around the rectangle sheet of paper she had managed to cut on her own, certainly the edges were crisp and neat and the color - she was sure - was lovely. The feel of the parchment felt pleasant at her fingertips - smooth and well made the paper was a good purchase. Lattice only wished that she didn't cut the sheet so small, but she supposed that it was a lesson that she would learn for the next letter she wrote for her dearest Needle.
Quietly she got her pens ready her mind whirling with possibilities of what to write to her Sister about. This was exciting and yet it was also a let down. This wasn't talking to her Sister face to face and it might take a long time before she even saw a response from Needle. The ghoul's insides twisted uncomfortably at the upcoming anxiousness of the wait she would have to endure.
No. She couldn't fling herself down the twisted path of doubts and anxiety. Her pen hovered over the sheet before she moved to write the date at an upper right corner a blot of ink fell to the parchment excited to stain the surface before she could write.
"Impatient ink," Lattice chided the blot softly before she moved onwards to write the beginnings of her letter a simple 'Dear Sister' seemed to suffice for the beginnings. The hand holding the pen hesitated; the ink sensed Lattice's uncertainty and refused to come forward. "We don't have time for this, it needs to be done," the Engraver said firmly.
Silence filled the room after Lattice's determined words and once again the ink started to drip forward excitedly causing the Engraver to set pen to the parchment and quickly start the document before the ink got everywhere. This was a messy endeavor for the ghoul who was used to having better control over the ink but today it seemed to be a rather odd exception. Perhaps it was the absence of her Sister or it was something else deeper at the root that Lattice didn't seem to want to think about right now.
She shoved the thoughts to the side quietly placing them within a corner of her mind so she could deal with them later if she would deal with them at all. The matters seemed trivial right now and like it wouldn't come back to haunt her, the ghoul was not used to dealing with the matters of her own mind and heart she always had a barrier within the manor as well her Sister. The idea that others could be affecting her so deeply was not something she cared to admit or think about.
Lattice's words etched themselves into the paper - it was process one she intended to savor the words appearing slowly in the ghoul's neat cursive style. She mentioned things that had happened so far but upon finishing the letter she realized that none of this would satisfy her Sister's insatiable curiosity and she would only get a letter back demanding more and it was a demand that Lattice was always glad to try and fulfill for Needle. Reading and re-reading the letter for the moment before the letter was folded up and then tucked it into the envelope. Her pen scrawled down the appropriate sender and recipient addresses before she put her pen down and slowly got to her feet after she had affixed a stamp upon the envelope.
Without bothering with anymore preparations she simply opened the door and wandered out her bare feet shuffling along the ground with purpose. The sooner she got the letter sent off the sooner she would get a response from Needle. It was a fine motivator for one that felt so much anxiousness about even writing the letter in the first place. When she got to the post box she paused staring down at the shape of it before she pulled back the opening and placed the envelope within and then let it close again, "Get there safe, little Letter," Lattice murmured to it by way of farewell to the inanimate sheets of papers and then took a step or two back staring at the receptacle until she felt ready to go and hurriedly make her way back and excitedly wait for the letter.
Lattice had never honestly written a letter before and so she wasn't sure how to go about it but still she'd promised Needle and so she was going to do the best she could.
There was but a handful of issues that she was facing now that she had settled at her little table and had everything arranged the way she wanted. Her pale fingertips ran around the rectangle sheet of paper she had managed to cut on her own, certainly the edges were crisp and neat and the color - she was sure - was lovely. The feel of the parchment felt pleasant at her fingertips - smooth and well made the paper was a good purchase. Lattice only wished that she didn't cut the sheet so small, but she supposed that it was a lesson that she would learn for the next letter she wrote for her dearest Needle.
Quietly she got her pens ready her mind whirling with possibilities of what to write to her Sister about. This was exciting and yet it was also a let down. This wasn't talking to her Sister face to face and it might take a long time before she even saw a response from Needle. The ghoul's insides twisted uncomfortably at the upcoming anxiousness of the wait she would have to endure.
No. She couldn't fling herself down the twisted path of doubts and anxiety. Her pen hovered over the sheet before she moved to write the date at an upper right corner a blot of ink fell to the parchment excited to stain the surface before she could write.
"Impatient ink," Lattice chided the blot softly before she moved onwards to write the beginnings of her letter a simple 'Dear Sister' seemed to suffice for the beginnings. The hand holding the pen hesitated; the ink sensed Lattice's uncertainty and refused to come forward. "We don't have time for this, it needs to be done," the Engraver said firmly.
Silence filled the room after Lattice's determined words and once again the ink started to drip forward excitedly causing the Engraver to set pen to the parchment and quickly start the document before the ink got everywhere. This was a messy endeavor for the ghoul who was used to having better control over the ink but today it seemed to be a rather odd exception. Perhaps it was the absence of her Sister or it was something else deeper at the root that Lattice didn't seem to want to think about right now.
She shoved the thoughts to the side quietly placing them within a corner of her mind so she could deal with them later if she would deal with them at all. The matters seemed trivial right now and like it wouldn't come back to haunt her, the ghoul was not used to dealing with the matters of her own mind and heart she always had a barrier within the manor as well her Sister. The idea that others could be affecting her so deeply was not something she cared to admit or think about.
Lattice's words etched themselves into the paper - it was process one she intended to savor the words appearing slowly in the ghoul's neat cursive style. She mentioned things that had happened so far but upon finishing the letter she realized that none of this would satisfy her Sister's insatiable curiosity and she would only get a letter back demanding more and it was a demand that Lattice was always glad to try and fulfill for Needle. Reading and re-reading the letter for the moment before the letter was folded up and then tucked it into the envelope. Her pen scrawled down the appropriate sender and recipient addresses before she put her pen down and slowly got to her feet after she had affixed a stamp upon the envelope.
Without bothering with anymore preparations she simply opened the door and wandered out her bare feet shuffling along the ground with purpose. The sooner she got the letter sent off the sooner she would get a response from Needle. It was a fine motivator for one that felt so much anxiousness about even writing the letter in the first place. When she got to the post box she paused staring down at the shape of it before she pulled back the opening and placed the envelope within and then let it close again, "Get there safe, little Letter," Lattice murmured to it by way of farewell to the inanimate sheets of papers and then took a step or two back staring at the receptacle until she felt ready to go and hurriedly make her way back and excitedly wait for the letter.
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