Her thoughts had been in many places. Often, during the day, they were filled with lessons and duties and wishful thinking… but at night, she often daydreamed of a young man who had become her closest friend… and… well, perhaps something more.
Keleres sat on her cot, mending an older blouse that had been torn carelessly in exercise. The sound of
his voice caught her attention, and she looked up, peering at him from beneath thick lashes.
“Mari…” She began, a soft smile spreading across her features.
“Of course. I’m not busy- just patching up some old clothes.” She slipped off the bed, folding up the shirt and placing it back in her trunk, needle on top.
“Did you have anywhere in particular in mind?” 
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