I really do hope you won't go mad. I'd be terribly miffed at you if you did-- I told you you should have let me send you off with a pet. Can still get you one, if you like. At the very least, if there's any books you don't have, or movies, or anything of the sort, I'm sure I could track them down and have them sent to you. At the very least, I'll keep writing, and hope that doesn't bore you to tears.
Although I imagine the wine cellar will prove an adequate distraction if I do.
I've exchanged a few letters with Cass, although it's mostly me being politely fumbling and her being sarcastic back. If you like, you could send me her letters and I could have them forwarded on to her. I assure you you don't need to worry about me reading them.
I've been on a world I think you might have liked. They worship a fire god here, and there are creatures rather like your salamanders. I was a really nice place, but the queen tended to treat me like some sort of pet. I'm not really sure why.
Is madness a place, then? I didn't think it was. Although I think if it were it would be a very colorful place.
I don't blame him for worrying, but I can understand that it would be annoying that he bothers you so. The worry is understandable; some people might consider life not worth living if they're not whole. Which is idiocy, really. It doesn't matter to me how many limbs you have or don't. As for the cooking, being in tune with the earth doesn't necessarily mean you know best how to fry and fricasse her denizens.
Well, let me know how that goes, then. If you need anything ever, just let me know and I'll do my best.
I hope you'll read my letters that often you won't need to reread my letters so excessively, though it's gratifying to think they wouldn't get boring. I'll try to provide you with plenty of reading material, however
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Isn't it? Surely so. A place I should much like to resign several of the inhabitants of this town, to be honest.
He's starting to ease up, a bit, at least. I feel as though I should thank him, but at the same time if I do no doubt he'll only start coming around more often again.
As for the cooking, yes, it's-- I don't know if I can quite explain it properly, but you see-- I trained with his teacher, for a time, before they could locate and persuade another Fire Master to train me (we're terribly territorial creatures, I don't know if you've ever had cause to realize), and it's-- it's the kitchen, sort of thing. My uncle is most comfortable in the kitchen, of all the rooms in this house, and so he spends most of his time there; but that doesn't mean he's the least bit good with it. Unlike every other Earth-tuned person I've ever met.
Don't worry, my dear. I'll be certain to let you know, yes.
On the other hand, while there's certainly enough in the house so that I don't need to reread your letters -- rather the
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I really do hope you won't go mad. I'd be terribly miffed at you if you did-- I told you you should have let me send you off with a pet. Can still get you one, if you like. At the very least, if there's any books you don't have, or movies, or anything of the sort, I'm sure I could track them down and have them sent to you. At the very least, I'll keep writing, and hope that doesn't bore you to tears.
Although I imagine the wine cellar will prove an adequate distraction if I do.
I've exchanged a few letters with Cass, although it's mostly me being politely fumbling and her being sarcastic back. If you like, you could send me her letters and I could have them forwarded on to her. I assure you you don't need to worry about me reading them.
I've been on a world I think you might have liked. They worship a fire god here, and there are creatures rather like your salamanders. I was a really nice place, but the queen tended to treat me like some sort of pet. I'm not really sure why.
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Is madness a place, then? I didn't think it was. Although I think if it were it would be a very colorful place.
I don't blame him for worrying, but I can understand that it would be annoying that he bothers you so. The worry is understandable; some people might consider life not worth living if they're not whole. Which is idiocy, really. It doesn't matter to me how many limbs you have or don't. As for the cooking, being in tune with the earth doesn't necessarily mean you know best how to fry and fricasse her denizens.
Well, let me know how that goes, then. If you need anything ever, just let me know and I'll do my best.
I hope you'll read my letters that often you won't need to reread my letters so excessively, though it's gratifying to think they wouldn't get boring. I'll try to provide you with plenty of reading material, however ( ... )
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Isn't it? Surely so. A place I should much like to resign several of the inhabitants of this town, to be honest.
He's starting to ease up, a bit, at least. I feel as though I should thank him, but at the same time if I do no doubt he'll only start coming around more often again.
As for the cooking, yes, it's-- I don't know if I can quite explain it properly, but you see-- I trained with his teacher, for a time, before they could locate and persuade another Fire Master to train me (we're terribly territorial creatures, I don't know if you've ever had cause to realize), and it's-- it's the kitchen, sort of thing. My uncle is most comfortable in the kitchen, of all the rooms in this house, and so he spends most of his time there; but that doesn't mean he's the least bit good with it. Unlike every other Earth-tuned person I've ever met.
Don't worry, my dear. I'll be certain to let you know, yes.
On the other hand, while there's certainly enough in the house so that I don't need to reread your letters -- rather the ( ... )
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