I hope you like this.

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A lady walks in her gardens in the early evening.
Her face flushed in the fading light.
Fare madden giving discourse to the pumpkins.
"An' tis not as if Jane has no reason t' believe me"

A glint of something strange amidst familiar leaves.
Dark pointed lenses.
What be this and how did it come to be here?
Perhaps a closer look?

"Hello." In red script.
A jump. A start.
Dark lenses fall from her hands.

With an awe filled whisper of "Magic"
She bends to reach for them.
"Hardly. Although you believing that was nearly a forgone conclusion."
"Th'n how, good sir, are thou writing to me threw thees ... lenses?"
"It seems you believe I am in some other location."
The red script replies.
"Th'n are thou some how trapped within this."
"That's a long story and there is a 99% percentage of probability of you being found talking to inanimate object if we stay here."
"I did not understand most of what you just wrote.
Howev'r I have no wish t' be found."
Slipping the lenses into her sleeve she makes for her chambers.