And I'm hovering like a fly

Lora, Lora, Lora...

So wild. So beautiful. So untainted by influences of intolerable nobles thinking they know best.

It doesn't do to speculate on her wilful opinion of Lora, to ascribe attributes that would do no credit to either of them, should others find her journal. It doesn't do at all.

Yet...

Lora has something so special about her, so powerfully rare, that Brighid cannot even feel guilty when she daydreams in this way.

Anyone would. Hopefully, no one else does (or if anyone does, only as much as to present adulation).

Oh, what an unparalleled pair they would make.