Emerald waits a while and finishes his food, and right as he does a letter pops out of the air and falls at his feet.
Emerald unravels it. The way Sensoria writes with her pen is just as thin and wispy as she is.
Dear my beloved Emerald,
Of course I will meet you at the eastern fountain square. But going on a date together, out there in front of all those people? What if someone finds out? How very [This area of the parchment seems to have been scratched out and inked over so many times that it’s unreadable.]
I will be there as soon as possible, my sweet. I must simply give an excuse to my superiors. Having to lie to my superiors. How naughty!
See you soon!
Love,
Sensoria.
Hmm. Emerald feels like Sensoria might be getting the wrong idea.