Letters To Sillix

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It was about 6 pm and Carian sat at her desk writing a letter to her old friend Sillix. Her feather pen froze as she heard a hollow knock on the looming metal door. It creaked open and a large bronze seahorse head poked in the door.

     “Carian. It’s time for supper.” the seahorse spoke mechanically.

     “Five more minutes?” Carian asked politely with the most innocent voice she could pull off.

     “Fine, but any later and you’ll be banned from meeting with Sillix!” She responded coldly.

     “Ugh, fine.I’ll be there in five.” she sighed and waved her lusus off.

     Carian looked down at her work as the door nearly slammed shut. Gears and various feather pens littered the desk. She sighed and rested her face in her slender ring laced hands.

     “I’ll never meet Sillix at this rate. I wonder how she’s doing…” she murmured and stared down at her sloppy letter. The letter consisted of the following:

     “Dear Sillix,

     It’s been forever since we’ve last conversed. How are you? How is Biclops doing? I do hope she’s alright. How is your sister doing? I do hope she’s doing fine as well. Is her therapy going well? I miss you. I’m sorry for never writing. I’ve been extremely busy with helping the peasants looking for advice. I even met with Alentr. It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen him. Twas nice to converse with him. He was looking for relationship advice. I obviously cannot help so I sent him to talk to Olitea. We all know Mr Lejion is the best with those kinds of things even though he may be slightly biased with the couples he helps. A curious man that Olitea is. I do believe Alentr mentioned you once. This concerns me on multiple levels. It may just be my anxiety getting the best of me but I’m worried you may be seeing him. Please respond soon.
     Best wishes, Carian.”

      Carian sighed and got up to go eat supper, all the while wondering what Sillix was doing. She quickly enclosed the letter with a violet seahorse imprinted wax seal and tossed it in the mailbox before sitting at the dinner table across from the large bronze seahorse.

      “You nearly broke five minutes.” the large seahorse muttered without looking up from where she was feeding.

      “Yes, but I didn’t.” Carian snapped and then ate in silence.

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