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Dearly Bee-Loved was a virtual representation of one of Eivor Varinsdottir's genetic memories, relived by Layla Hassan through the Portable Animus HR-8.5.
Eivor came acoss a man standing on an old crumbling wall and investigated.
Eivor found a poet writing atop a ruined battlement.
- Gill: O Starlight, my Starlight. A swift death by a sharp sting separates up, both by lip and by heart.
- Eivor: Whether by land or by sea, we never shall part.
- Gill: A fellow romantic soul. Perhaps you might be able to aid my plight.
- Eivor: What ails you?
- Gill: A witch told me that one sting from the fuzzy little demon would steal my breath! But! My love keeps bees!
- Eivor: You cannot deliver your love letter because there are bees in the way? I could carry it for you.
- Gill: If you would do this kindness for Gill, then you must be a kindred spirit. Do you also enjoy the stamen AND the petal?
- Eivor: I enjoy much of many things.
- Gill: I had a feeling you would understand! I've painted my love in words in this letter. Let your romantic heart guide you.
- Eivor: If I find this love of yours, I will deliver your feelings. I am sure your words will lead me to your heart's desire.
- Gill: Thank you! O, thank you, stranger! I shall call you Sunshine, for you broke through the clouds of my loneliness.
Gill gave Eivor his letter.
Gil's Love Letter
- O Starlight, my Starlight
I cannot bear the weight of my devotion. It pulls on my chest like a great beast, tearing me asunder from my ribs to my lips.
You haunt my every waking hour. Your features so delicate, God himself must have painted them on with a fine brush. Your hair splays, bounces, falls, in great locks of bracken tresses. Whose eyes are that of as soft as a young calf and limbs as loose as a summer willow.
I will await your answer at the northern beech tree at dusk.
Eivor thought to herself while she reviewed the letter and her task.
- Eivor: The sweetness of honey on the tongue, with the danger of being stung. It is like love. Always a chance of losing.
- Eivor may have spoken to Gill once more before leaving, repeating his poem before addressing Eivor.
- Gill: O Starlight, my Starlight. A swift death by a sharp sting separates up, both by lip and by heart. Have you given my letter to my beekeeping love? The hive is not far!
Eivor headed towards the apiary south of the ruined battlement.
- Eivor: Starlight, Starlight. Which of these keepers of the bees fits Gill's poems?
Eivor approached the brown-haired beekeeper.
- Eivor: Would you say that your hair could be described as "bracken colored tresses"?
- Serle: I beg your pardon?
- Eivor: It matters not, return to your work.
Eivor approached the female beekeeper.
- Eivor: Would you say that you are cow-eyed and willow-limbed?
- Mille: O-o! I suppose! I'm not sure what that means, but it is pretty. Are you composing a poem in my likeness?
- Eivor: My mistake. Apologies.
Eivor approached the bald beekeeper.
- Eivor: Do you consider yourself a man who had features so delicate that God himself must have painted them on with a fine brush?
- Warin: Yes.
- Eivor: Forgive my intrusion.
Having spoken to all possible candidates, Eivor spoke to one of them again and handed over the letter.
Eivor then returned to Serle.
- Serle: You've returned. Did you forget something?
Eivor gave Serle the letter.
- Eivor: An admirer of yours asked me to deliver a letter.
- Serle: I know these words. I've kept the brothers of this letter beneath my pillow. To finally meet my Secret Bard... I must go.
Serle left. Eivor thought to herself.
- Eivor: I have delivered the letter. Now to see if Gill has met his match.
Eivor followed Serle to the meeting. He sat down besides Gill.
- Serle: I've kept your letters under my pillow to give me dreams as sweet as your words. Now I know, my love is sweet as apples.
- Gill: My Starlight, it's as if my heart is to burst with this happiness. My love requited.
- Serle: Now tell me more of my lashes and how they are like the...
- Gill: Your lashes! Why they're beautiful, but they are a candle in the brilliance of your hands. So warm and strong in mine...
- Eivor: Good for you, Gill. Best of luck to you both.
Eivor then returned to Mille.
- Eivor: Hello again.
- Mille: The wandering poet! Hullo again!
Eivor gave Mille the letter.
- Eivor: Not me, but an admirer who prefers to remain secret until you two can meet. I have a letter with more details.
- Mille: O, goodness! Many thanks. I cannot wait to meet my admirer!
Eivor thought to herself.
- Eivor: I have delivered the letter. Now to see if Gill has met his match.
Eivor followed Mille to the meeting.
- Mille: Ew! Gill! This had better be in jest! Because if you are writing me love letters, that is vile, and I am telling Mother!
Mille began accosting Gill, who struggled to get a word in edgewise.
- Gill: Millie! Stop! The letter wasn't for you!
Eivor realized her efforts did not work as planned and thought to herself as she walked away.
- Eivor: Sorry, Gill, looks like you will have to face your love yourself. Best of luck.
Eivor then returned to Warin.
Eivor gave Warin the letter.
- Eivor: Then I have a letter for you.
- Warin: Thank you.
Eivor thought to herself.
- Eivor: I have delivered the letter. Now to see if Gill has met his match.
Eivor followed Warin to the meeting.
- Gill: W-Well, hello. This is quite the surprise.
- Warin: You've got a beautiful heart and a mastery of verse. But, I do not return your feelings, Gill. But, Serle fancies you. I understand if you do not want his company. He isn't very handsome.
- Gill: He does? The lad with the hair of bracken and smoldering gaze? Serle, you say? I must compose another letter!
Eivor realized her efforts did not work as planned and thought to herself as she walked away.
- Eivor: Sorry, Gill, looks like you will have to face your love yourself. Best of luck.
Eivor delivered the love letter to Gill's true love, Serle. If Eivor delivered the letter to either Warin or Mille, Gill's love would go unanswered.
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