My Maggie,

XXIV

Margret still felt the ghost of his touch on her fingertips as she brushed past the shoulders of men in the gallery. All spectators of the repeating portraits on the wall, all telling the same story, a chivalrous man on horseback, bravely protecting a damsel. Fucking bullshit. All these portraits painted by men who think, look and sound the same, all grovelling on about how this painting came from their souls, well then how come it looks practically identical to the one next to it. That's what Angelica had been saying on the carriage over, and now that Margret reflected on the paintings on the wall, she found herself completely agreeing with the young Nighthower. 

She felt a ghost of a presence beside her. Annabelle Lau'rent wore a sage green gown, that perfectly accentuate her features, her blond curls framing her protein face and her blue eyes shimmering with awe at the paintings ahead. "There generic I know." She said, her gaze fixated ahead of them at the painting. "But still each of them  have been made by somebody different, you can tell by their paint style, by the strokes, how much time and energy they spent creating a single moment that will be captured forever." 

"I like it." Margret felt like an idiot, but what could she say, the painting was good, but was not exactly fur nominal. 

A smile graced her features as she heard Margret's response. "Im Annabelle La-"

"Lau'rent." Margret finished, "I know, my brother keeps talking about you."

A rose shaded cloud cluttered the girls lightly freckled cheek. "He is very kind." She said sheepishly. "Well, I don't know many people, and thought I would come to introduce myself. Your brother speaks very highly of you Margret." 

A gentle smile spread across the Nighthower, "Please call me Maggie." 

The French blonde girl smile and nodded before the pair moved to the next painting, this time it was picnic, three girls gathered on a blanket with a handsome bruneete leaning against an oak tree. "So Maggie, I don't suppose your doing anything after this?" 

"Trying to court me now Lau'rent?" The Nighthower girl joked, causing the blonde girl to let out a chuckle, causing some surrounding  suitor to glance at the pair. 

"I was actually wondering if you wanted to get some tea? Maybe get to know each other? I know it would mean a lot to Gil- Mr Nighthower, and I would love a friend.

"Well consider yourself a friend to me, so where about where you thinking?"