| Rebecca: | Are we going to sleep here? |
| Conrad: | I don't know. |
| Rebecca: | Let's sleep in the trees. |
| Conrad: | We are not sleeping in a tree. |
| Rebecca: | Why not? Scared? |
| Conrad: | Of what? Heights? Come on. |
| Rebecca: | Scared of whatever's up there. |
| Conrad: | There's nothing up there. |
| Rebecca: | How do you know? |
| Conrad: | There just isn't. Hurry up now. |
| Rebecca: | (hugs a tree, trying to climb it) |
| Leonard: | (helps Rebecca) |
| Rebecca: | Thanks, Leonard, pal! |
| Conrad: | What are you doing! |
| Rebecca: | Climbing a tree. |
| Leonard: | Helping Rebecca climb a tree. (lifts Rebecca up) |
| Rebecca: | (grabs branch) Got it! |
| Me: | Oh my god, what is this, I don't even (dies laughing and of embarrassment) |
In the forest
| Leonard: | Good morning, Miss Levinson. |
| Emily: | You don't always have to be so formal, horseboy. |
| Leonard: | You don't always have to be so belittling. |
Haywood
| Rebecca: | I've lived in places so much more exciting. |
| Leonard: | We don't get out much. |
| Rebecca: | Ever heard of athletic contests? Eating competitions? Artistic showcases? |
| Leonard: | You've lived here for a few weeks, I'm surprised you haven't noticed the lack of dexterity. |
Alas, I Cannot Swim Laura Marling
Rebecca’s song, forsure.
ElvishAuthoress on the Nano forums made this for me. Major thanks and props her!
“If you talk about it openly in public, it’s the public’s business.”
— Rebecca Donelly
You Are and I Am
Summary: The Boy Without Glory: “So?” she said, as if pronouncing his actual name held any importance. “You are the Horseboy and I am the Landlord’s Daughter. I’m very much different from someone like you.”
This whole novel is crap. But I’m proud of it. (:
Note to self: Figure out Fairies.
“There is a good chance that you are like me… a fairy”
— Loraine, 10:23PM
