Forgive, O Lord,
my little jokes on thee...
"That's a good idea!" Lindsay replied.
He then grabbed the quill and dipped it into the inkwell, before pressing it to the piece of parchment, and scratching out a note for Ashley. As he did so, Anya saw that his writing was... quite nice. It wasn't gorgeous or a work of art, or anything to that extreme, but it seemed like he knew what he was doing, as his strokes and letters were... elegant, but had some rough tinges to it.
Brother, you are still in Anya's home. You slipped and fell in the water, and were bleeding and unconscious, so I brought you back here. She put you to bed and tended to your injuries. So you're safe, you're where nobody will hurt you, and I am fine as well.
I'm sorry we argued, please don't hate me. And don't worry about where you are, it's fine. I promise. he wrote.
"Take it up to the room and put it on the small table beside his bed, and then come back downstairs." Anya told Lindsay softly.
Lindsay nodded in response, taking the parchment and running it up to the room, returning after about 30 seconds.
...and I'll forgive thy
great big one on me.