Anyway, I hope you had a fun Hallow's End down there in the south. Just in case you didn't get anything at all, like a friendless, rank old cat lady except without the cats, here's a trick and a treat for you.
[enclosed, a flipbook depicting Amirael engaged in a lewd and nasty -- to a comically exaggerated degree -- striptease, discoloration and rot rendered in unflatteringly photorealistic detail. Thankfully, when the pants come off, a knobby, floating pickle obscures the worst of it from view.
And in a box beneath it, a 'necklace' made of delicate, glass-like candy beads.]
I hope you have been faring well and not suffering too much torturous anticipation of my next letter. My apologies for getting it out so late; when not madly fiddling with your not-so-furry friend (which I do hope that dear boy Chry has delivered to you by now -- I would not like to know what sort of depraved thoughts might be running through your twisted little head upon reading those words, if he has not) or enjoying the seasonal festivities a bit more than a priestess probably had ought, I have been distracted by all manner of thoughts.
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Seated near the door (at a table Alevh often chooses, in fact,) is a human woman, garbed in a simple priest's robe and a cheap-looking pirate hat, perhaps something purchased in Booty Bay. She's a toasted bagel on a plate on the table, but she hasn't touched it yet; currently in front of her is a small clockwork with which she is tinkering. It resembles a small rodent, and... is rather creepy, considering it hasn't had the external plating applied, a skeleton of rods and wires with huge googly eyes.( Cross-faction AIM RP between Ellysse and Chryseth! )
It's the rodent-like construct that catches his interest -- its tender gets a curious glance but once the young elf sees what she's looking at, his gaze is fixed on it and he approaches, hands stuffed into trouserpockets. He leans close, closer than is probably polite, but doesn't obstruct her view or try to touch it.
I can't tell you how happy I was to receive your letter. Reading it was so like chatting with you over the anvil, it brought a smile to my face. The pages even have that slightly fermented fleshy smell and the mysterious little stains -- it really brings me back.
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