Ravindra!

A strange problem: I think I am running out of anger.

At the players, I mean. I keep catching myself wishing they liked me more.

You are so good at being angry. Could you lend me your expertise?

- Nova

Could you also perhaps explain to me why I look like a completely different person and also also why this stupid postdragon thinks I'm Alessia por favor?

[ ...

what is por favor ]




[ after ]

[ Dragonmail: Artemis [ ... what was the rest of his name ] aka Prissy-Pants, A Count of Something ]

[ will this even work ]

How's that wife resurrection going?

[ well, the dragon takes it so there's hope!

also it is automatically signed as Alessia Saunders because she doesn't think to sign it as her own name ]

So I guess you're interested in golems...?

Other side. Disregard plans. You're free to use my place however you wish.

[ bout twenty minutes after nova's last response ]

Do you have any free time today? I want to meet you.

[ ... ]

I promise it's not to punch you.

Hi, Marlene. I got a question if you're around.

[What, Lera, this is a text, texts don't work like that, she doesn't have to be around!!]

Are you mad at Ravindra?

Reilanin:

I am meddling a little, I hope you'll forgive me.

Ravindra is worried you misunderstood him when you thought he might leave (he never wanted to leave), but he hasn't been able to tell you so because you haven't wanted to speak to him.

And he is confused about why you won't speak to him at all if you wanted him to stay around -- is it that (my guess) you want him gone for a little while but then back again in the end?

[The letter is delivered in a box, with a nicely wrapped up cookie. It is either a Get Well Soon Cookie, a Sorry You're a Golem cookie, or a Please Don't Mind My Meddling cookie. Maybe all three?]