It has taken a bit for Eleanor to work up to this. Oddly enough, not out of fear, but because her ideas of how to formally call on someone all involve things she does not have access to; wine, a gift for their house, an actual invitation, among other things. To simply walk up and knock would be unbelievably rude.
Eventually she settles on bringing one of the "barnacles" attached to the ship along with a hand-written letter written on paper carefully and skillfully torn from a Composition notebook (from Sundries), encased in an envelope hand-folded from the same paper and sealed with a single lock of hair between the tape and the envelope. An old trick, from the Dark Ages; a certification that the seal has remained unbroken until it has arrived to its intended recipient. These she sets down in front of the door before turning to walk away, having absolutely no idea about the Captain's usual habits.
The letter reads thusly:
Sir,
I hope this letter has found you in good health. I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude for the opportunity to experience a carnival as they are known on the surface, an opportunity that has heretofore been denied me and which proved educational, entertaining, and may even have forged new friendships. If there is time in your schedule, I would like to express these thanks in person, and to make certain inquiries that Miss Starr intimated are best asked of you personally when she was kind enough to introduce me to this world that you have created. Included with this letter is, for lack of a better term, a barnacle I found clinging to your ship; if it is of your creation, I should like to inquire about it as well, and if it is not, my services are at your disposal for the maintenance of Serena Eterna's hull.
To receive no reply whatsoever, not even a rejection, eventually galls Eleanor enough for her to show up again. Some part of her is aware that perhaps social mores are different, and so she does not come furious, but she does return to the bridge with the decision that some rudeness is, in fact, warranted.
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Captain, After The Carnival
Eventually she settles on bringing one of the "barnacles" attached to the ship along with a hand-written letter written on paper carefully and skillfully torn from a Composition notebook (from Sundries), encased in an envelope hand-folded from the same paper and sealed with a single lock of hair between the tape and the envelope. An old trick, from the Dark Ages; a certification that the seal has remained unbroken until it has arrived to its intended recipient. These she sets down in front of the door before turning to walk away, having absolutely no idea about the Captain's usual habits.
The letter reads thusly:
Sir,
I hope this letter has found you in good health. I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude for the opportunity to experience a carnival as they are known on the surface, an opportunity that has heretofore been denied me and which proved educational, entertaining, and may even have forged new friendships. If there is time in your schedule, I would like to express these thanks in person, and to make certain inquiries that Miss Starr intimated are best asked of you personally when she was kind enough to introduce me to this world that you have created. Included with this letter is, for lack of a better term, a barnacle I found clinging to your ship; if it is of your creation, I should like to inquire about it as well, and if it is not, my services are at your disposal for the maintenance of Serena Eterna's hull.
Your obedient servant,
Eleanor Lamb, Big Sister
Surely this can't go wrong.
no subject
Several Days Later
Eleanor knocks politely.
no subject