[Dragon Mail: Ravindra Sarvana]

[Monday, late afternoon]

[Not a letter, but a small box. It's held together with twine and contains a few Pakerion citrus fruits. (Sorry Ravi, he hasn't got a lot to work with right now.) Resting at the bottom is a small, folded note written carefully and with the letters pressed deep. The ends of his strokes shake a bit where they lighten.]

Funeral plans have been temporarily postponed.

[Signed, Victor Bristol]

It sounds like you fucked your character's head up some.

So how about you send me some awesome fireworks for a party he'll be at? Seems like an even exchange.

[late night after trying to drunk-text him DEJAVU MUCH

drunken writing ain't much better than text, it's a bit scribbly on top of the left-handed slant, and written on a bar napkin]

Where are you?

[The dragon shows up right in the middle of whatever anais is doing outside. Right in the middle of it too. Funny how that works.]

Hey, are you going the solstice party?

[Waits for a response...if there isn't any by a good 60 seconds, have another letter with the same message...and another 15 seconds after that. Not like there's any rush or anything.]

[Dragonmail: Marlene Reliace]

Hey, I don't know if you remember me. I'm Lynea, the woman who threatened your creator's life at one point?

Right, well we just so happen to know the same person and I was wondering if maybe you could help talk her into going to the solstice party?

Much appreciated.

[Dragonmail: Lera, Player of Acher?]

I hope this goes to the right lady.

So hello! We didn't exactly meet the best of the terms once and I never really got to talk to you at the party last time. I know you're a friend of Anais and I was hoping you could help me get her to the solstice party.