3 Chirreb 4385: Pinsitter

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To My Many-Winged Delight-in-Flight:

You've quite spoilt me, my dear coz. Here it is almost sunout and there's no word yet from you to-day! I imagine this means it is my turn to write to you, something I have not been nearly as diligent about as you.

I'll confess to just a smidge of concern, knowing that you were planning on going into harm's way this day. I do hope that all is well and you have merely been too busy to keep us posted in your typical timely fashion. Still ... when you see this, my dear, would you drop me a quick note to let me know you are in good health, even if you've not the time to explain your day in your customary (and enjoyable!) detail?

My own life remains quite pedestrian and unremarkable by comparison. My hours at the docks have been rather long of late; one of the colonies on Mrirea has finally taken hold, it seems, and is exporting large quantities of certain goods back to us. Especially the carapaces of a certain species of animal or monster (I am not certain which) out of which a quantity of clay may be rendered. Outbound traffic is up as well. Quite a few Primes seek to make their fortune harvesting Durudor at the frontier. For my own part, I will make do with the wealth of security and impoverishment of lozens that Daukrhame can provide. Although the extra hours at the docks have made me a trifle less impoverished.

This has not left me as much time for drumming practice as my heart desires, alas. The pentet was supposed to practice yestereve, but I left work too late to make it. We rescheduled for tonight ... and I also left work too late to be there. To be honest, my Delight-ful coz, my tentacles are so weary I am hard-pressed to lift this quill with one of them; I fear drumsticks in all seven would be quite beyond me.

One interesting thing did happen at work today. You may recall that the escapade of which I wrote on the first involved a certain lady Khtsoyis by the name of Pinsitter? Well, she dropped by the airship docks today, with the stated intent of speaking with me. Apparently someone from Two Tent Tango had informed her that I worked there by day. One of the other dockworkers relayed to me that she wished to see me, so I met with her on my lunch break. With no little trepidation, as you will recall the inauspicious nature of our last encounter. Not that she was the worst offender on that occasion, by a long stretch.

My fears proved wholly without merit, however. Pinsitter had come to express her regrets over her part in the other night's little melodrama. She assured me that her admiration for Don't Go in It's a Tarp! was sincere and it had not been her intent to send Orziman into a panic. She had taken his attempt at a polite rebuff as mere shyness. 'You figure a cute l'il Rassy shows up at a place like Two Tent Tango, he's gotta be at least a little into tents, amirite?' she said to me. Which I did not know quite how to respond to, since she was not, in point of fact, right. I endeavored to explain gently, and without giving offense, that Orziman was at the club to perform and not for specific social or amatory purposes. I believe I succeeded at the 'without giving offense' portion, but I am less sanguine about my success otherwise.

This point of disagreement aside, I found Pinsitter quite the amiable companion in all other respects. She even expressed her approval for my manner of speaking, which is a bit of a novelty for me, as you well know. Apart from delivering her apologies, her other purpose in our meeting was to engage the services of Don't Go in It's a Tarp! at a soirée she is holding on the eighteenth of this month. She offered a bit more than our usual fee, and emphasized that her designs in this case were purely of a musical nature. Pinsitter also asked that I relay her apology to Orziman and offered her assurance that, should we accept the engagement, she would take the utmost care to make no overtures that might be misinterpreted as an untoward advance.

I do not know if the others will accept the offer. I do hope that they do; we can always use the exposure. I would be asking them this evening, if I had some mode of contacting them as convenient as this magnificent scroll. Lacking that, I hope for the time to visit them tomorrow to relay the news.

Wish me luck, coz. I am surely wishing it for you. May the powers of the gods be with you in your adventures, Delight-in-Flight.

Your devoted and only slightly worried cousin,
Boomstarter Sevendrums

Comments

[terrycloth.livejournal.com]

Oh no! Pinsitter is setting out a tarp for your qintet!

[gavinfox.livejournal.com]

Well I'm glad trade is flourishing and you are making some money, and people seem interested in the band! It's good to know that the mundane things are doing well sometimes, even as Delight's crazy adventures are fun to read, also!