Dear Maggie: I Think It Will

Dear Maggie,

I was just lying here looking at my new little treasure, and an idea came to me out of the blue.  I love that saying.  I love that color can be as amazing and unexpected as it can be comforting by familiarity.  I won’t say just now what my idea is, but it has something to do with imagination and a special kind of magic.  It’s for me, but who knows, Maggie; others might find a little delight in it, too!

If it works out, anyway.  I think it could.  I think it might.  No, I’m going to say that I think it will.

In the meantime, I need to write to Uncle.  Actually, I need to go find him and speak to him, and not only because I told Nallo that I would.  I can’t help wondering if there are still things Nallo hasn’t said.  Maybe there are things he doesn’t yet know.  Maybe his uncle does.  Or if he doesn’t, maybe he has at least some idea how to find answers.  I hope so.

I wonder if Mir and Ben will decide to go soon.  You know I worry, Maggie.  I worry a lot.

Kiss kiss,

Ian the Envisioning

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Dear Uncle,

Thank you so much for the miniature waggon.  It’s just so exquisitely adorable!  I want to come see you and thank you properly in person, and there’s something else I want to talk to you about, too.  But I wanted first to let you know that I did indeed receive your gift.  I don’t know if you’re aware of it, but it seems that there may have been some doubt that I would.

I’m worried about Nallo, Uncle.  I know that he’s always been a bit forgetful at times, but it seems worse of late.  He did share with me recently the things you advised him to tell me.  Is it related to that?  I’m concerned that he might hurt himself.  Last night he scalded his tongue twice in close succession, once on soup and then on tea.  What if it had been something more serious?  Poor man, it was painful enough as it was.

I suppose these things and others should be discussed when I come.  I’ll be along to talk with you at your earliest convenience.  I also wanted to see the newest additions to your collection!  Thank you again, Uncle.  I love the waggon.  I love you, too.

Hugs,

Ian

Left behind earlier, inside the museum at Durrow…

Dearest Nallo,

No, I know you aren’t a baby.  But how sweet and childlike you looked with your cheek lying on the Coastal Currents volume.  I hate the feeling of waking against something so unyielding, don’t you?  So I managed to slip the cushion beneath your head instead.  Don’t worry, I put the volume away properly.  I did notice you had Archipelagic Aprons and Atmospheric Ocean Interactions in reverse order, but I fixed that for you.

Oh, I also wanted to let you know that I’ll leave the key on the little ledge just outside the smaller window on the western side of the museum.  Obviously I can’t bolt the door after I go, but I can at least turn the latch.  Please take care, dear Nallo, and call on me.  That’s not a request, by the way; I want you to, and if nagging is the only way, then I will SO nag.  I’m teasing.  I love you.

Yours,

Ian

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