#inspired by: that one goblin who has a love letter for minthara

[grief-worn]

@chaoticbard sent [ aloud ] for a bit of midnight reading!

"Augh, this poetry is daft." It's disgust she expresses, but there's a goofy smile cracked over her mouth, tickled and almost carefree. "Where did you say you found this? The back pocket of one of the goblins?"

They are carefully written confessions, declarations of love given form through the words of a barely literate secret admirer; one of the little greens imps, harboring a crush on a recipient unnamed, though they must have a fondness for spiders.

"I think I could write better prose in my sleep. They might have better luck wetting their whistle if they stuck to flowers and chocolate, not this backwash." Shadowheart swayed, a few goblets deep in a filched bottle of wine. Not good wine, mind you, but dry enough to have her seeing stars.

She leans closer to Alaara, the edge of her arm brushing the other's, as prying eyes scan the scrawls on yellowed paper.

"Is poetry really the best way to find love these days? Seems old-fashioned to me."