Mme Pletheridge’s School for
Talented Young Ladies
36, Marianjosephstrasse, Vienna,
The Imperial Bohemian Empire
20th June 1173
Dear Rhisiart,
I know I am impatient but your letters are too dear for me to do without them. Please try harder to find a way to write to me, my dearest. I miss your kind words terribly.
School is tedious as usual and the girls particularly tiresome this month. I believe the heat has wilted their moral and intellectual fibre. I actually caught some of them attempting to wriggle out of their petticoats during Welsh declamation yesterday. They had found a way to stuff them into the clockworks of the heating golem, which naturally has been inactive for the past few months. They claimed they were too hot to think in all their layers but frankly if they could devise a way of ridding themselves of the garments and hiding them in such an ingenious place, they can certainly decline a few nouns and lenite a few stops for me. I did not send them to Mme Pletheridge in the end. It would not make them any cooler or more attentive and I do not care to be known as the tutor whose girls can’t keep their clothes on!
However, the space inside the golem was quite intriguing. The design has changed a little since I used to help my father construct them before the Uprising and I imagine the chamber is a kind of cooling facility. I have determined to see if I can find another unused golem around the place to use as my own hiding place for your letters. Miss Hargreaves, with whom as you know I have to share accommodations, is a dear, dear friend, but a terrible snoop.
Please send me word as soon as you can and relieve the boredom of
Your overly hot
Felicitas
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