"No, it's fine. I'm just-just scribbling. Nothing worthy of note as of yet but I am crafting something beautiful, should all go well." He was not a good poet, his latest was as dreadful as all the others but it wasn't like he didn't know he wasn't a great writer, he just had to have an outlet and this one worked best for him.
He just didn't want her to see it, not until it was done anyway... she might laugh. "Which isn't very often but I do try."
"Sometimes I think that words are best inside the head." Drusilla's voice had taken on a faintly dream-like quality, which didn't happen all that often, but every now and then. "When they are said aloud, they don't have the right shape and sound. The world isn't right for them. Too harsh and lacking imagination."
She shook her head slowly and then laughed. "Sorry. I'm talking nonsense. I'll see you later, to return the pen."
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He just didn't want her to see it, not until it was done anyway... she might laugh. "Which isn't very often but I do try."
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She shook her head slowly and then laughed. "Sorry. I'm talking nonsense. I'll see you later, to return the pen."