Hello. My name is Quatre Raberba Winner. I am in Mrs. Meyers clas, shez kinda nice and lotsa fun and she calld Melody like a zellian times at home and her first name is Zelda, neet huh?
I live with my web-mommie and fourdy magnok soldjurs, I like um a lot but I dont think Mrs. Meyers doz. Theyr my magnok soldjurs cuz I saved Rashid frum gitting water ballooned with die in um. Thy live in the backyard but I can’t say wher cuz itsa secret.
Senseerly,
Quatre R. Winner
Received a week later.
Dear Pen-pal,
Keeping secrts is like a tingling feeling that is pleasant knowing something that others don’t but only when you are not keeping it to be mean. I like knowing peoples names it makes me feel right like starting out with every thing in order. Your name is quite intresting, very formal, but too much for everyday use that’s like someone pulling your hair all the time. Do your 40 magnok call you that all the time, that’s quite a lot of people? I think it would be best to save it for special days. It is very disagreeable to have people saying your full name every time they talk to you. Here it’s always ‘Princess Eilonwy don’t,’ and ‘Princess Eilonwy’ you’ve gotten your dress muddy again.’ I supose you don’t know what a pain it is to always have to wear fancy dresses? They are fine once in a wile but not every day.
It’d be nice to have them not use the Princess except on special days. Thouh that’s not as bad as being called just Princess, Achren never did that, but she never really called me by my name either. Dallben had much more sense, even though he sent me to live here, he’s the oldest person I know, he always knew how to adres somebody. But if it takes that long for others to learn I don’t think I’ll bother waiting for sertan assistant pig-keepers to catch on.
Cordjelly
Eilonwy
Written almost immediately after getting Eilonwy’s first letter and mailed after much reminding of “hurry I wanna mail it now, please.”
Dear Eilonwy,
I won’t call you a Princess if you don’t want, where do you live where people wont just call you Eilonwy?
My fourdy magnok soldjurs call me Quatre sama they say its vary respectful and they can’t call me anything els cuz they pledgd to always. Evryone els just calls me Quatre sept when Melody realy wants to get my tenshun sometimes she uses all my names.
We have a princess too. She wants everyone to call her Princess and to wear her teeara all the time and everyone treat her difrent speshully at school and shed prolbly like wearing fancy dresses all the time and she’d prolbly get them dirty too. Some of the other girls think it’s cool and her teeara is pretty that’s why Melody keeps it’s safe.
Senseerly,
Quatre
Nearly damaged by spilled juice in a rush of after school snacks.
Dear Quatre,
I live in a palace being trained in ‘proper princess ways’ that’s what they tell me. It’s like trying to teach a fish to climb a tree, except no one gets scraped knees but I’ve already learned to climb trees and I don’t mind a scraped knee every now and then. Trees are so nice and inviting like a friend you haven’t seen in a long time especially when their leaves are full and green.
My day is full of people saying ‘Princess Eilonwy standup straight’ or ‘it’s not proper for a princess to do that,’ and ‘you should be more decoras when…’ I don’t even know what decoras means but I’m quite sure I would rather not be it. Is there anything that is proper for a princess to do?
I have to learn embroidery and needle point, it’s quite pretty when finished but I make so many mistakes that I have to pick out and I’ve pricked my finger ever so many time. And sitting demurly quiet for what feels like ages, it’s something I can’t do, maybe your princess can but I just can’t it’s like holding your breath to turn invisible. I think I’ve grown years older just sitting there and listening to those women but they keep say ‘you’re so childish you’re too young to understand Princess.’
Truly,
Eilonwy
**Most spelling errors are intentional. All respective characters belong to their creator and were taken without permission. Princess Eilonwy of the house of Llyr is from the Prydain chronicles by Lloyd Alexander. More to come.**
