we write down made-up stories to tell the truths we wish we could say out loud
Well this is all an awful lot. Desperately Edwyn wishes it wouldn't be horribly rude for him to pull out the notebook in his pocket and keep track of all of this. But hten...why would it be? Surely with the importance of all of this, it would make sense for someone to keep diligent notes? And if those notes ended up one day helping to create a published record of the Voice's accolades, all the better.
So thinking, the writer pulls out the book and quill from his pocket and begins to hastily summarize all that has happened so far. He includes those present, where they all are standing, and once he's caught up, will try to record as accurate a dialogue as is possible. He's fast, but even his hands can't go that fast.
So thinking, the writer pulls out the book and quill from his pocket and begins to hastily summarize all that has happened so far. He includes those present, where they all are standing, and once he's caught up, will try to record as accurate a dialogue as is possible. He's fast, but even his hands can't go that fast.
