It's Fiona again. Apparently Kyea Jane's nagging has done some good and I'm getting on here more regularly, at least for now. But don't count on it for too long, I'm sure I'll slip back into my old ways when I settle into school again.
Recently as a character-building exercise (for my characters, not my actual personal character, just in case that need clarifying) I've been typing out letters from my characters on my fancy new typewriter! Or, fancy old typewriter in this case. It was my grandmothers, and when she died, my aunt had the typewriter fixed good as new for my use. I can't release most of the letters because there are simply too many plotline spoilers, but some of them are a little silly and fun.
The one you will read now if you decide to finish the post is written from Fiona to Alex. Which reminds me! I'm considering changing Alex's name for the fifth time, to Caspian. What are your thoughts? Please comment them below. Or if you have other name suggestions for him, comment those two. Back to the point, you can read the letter below. Happy Readings! God Bless.
Dear Alex,
I found a twick outside last night. I think I shall name her Jinx. She's approximately the size of my palm, and has more attitude than I contain in my entire body. She's a brat and I despise her just as much as I adore her. Sunrise found her sitting on my stomach, making little tinkling noises that I can only assume pass as snoring. Ever since that moment she has been nothing but trouble! Eating my food, splashing in my basin water, making a general mess of my favorite pillow with her little petal collection. It is driving me insane!
But every time I go to lecture her, she just mocks me with her little finger wagging like some school marm and making these high-pitched chirps that send the cat into an absolute frenzy. Gidget has burned herself twice trying to eat Jinx. Oh, did I tell you that your wife named the cat Gidget? It is quite silly. She is an orange tabby with quite the regal demeanor (except when chasing my twick of course). Who calls a royal creature Gidget?
Well, Niamh apparently.
Stop laughing. I know you're laughing. Stop it.
Or, I suppose you would be if you were actually reading this.
I forget sometimes that you don't actually read theses. It's almost like you're there on the other side of the page. I can picture your face as you read every line.
Niamh would be so happy if she knew. She would be insufferably happy if she found out. For a week.
I won't tell her if you won't.
I miss you my friend. I miss you so much
Another thing about twicks, they are very empathetic creatures despite the abundance in attitude. She's pretending not to care, but this one is sitting on my shoulder as I write and I can almost imagine she could read by the way she is reacting.
I said that part out loud for her benefit, and I think she wants me to tell you hello.
I have taken the liberty of telling her hello from you as well, I hope you don't mind too much.
You and Niamh would probably be in cahoots talking about how good it is for me to have a little friend. A pet of sorts. Maybe about how good her attitude is for me, but I refuse to agree. I absolutely refuse.
And no, you can't have her either.
Shut up.
Sincerely, (sort of)
Fiona R. Firestorm.
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