Obtained: Business Card
[C] [NS] [LL] [BBFD2] [YNST] [YY2C]
Carries: Longhair, Dilute, Solid
The creaking of our contemporary is a music only I can decipher.
A not-cat that appeared at the edge of camp during a dark thunderstorm, claiming to be a local expert on the Tower. He spoke freely of exploring its ever-shifting, lower labyrinthine floors, and boasted of the mystical trinkets he'd pulled from its darker corners and shelves.
The camp silently stared as he presented, one by one, various things - a feather sheening golden, a spiked shape of metal, a shattered lantern that soaked in darkness. Each item glistened and glimmered, glowed with an alien alluring strangeness - calling out to be studied, understood, coveted, catalogued, obsessed.
Finally, Ghost of Books spoke - a quiet, cautious voice. "Why are you here?"
A grin flashed on his features. "Lay out a bedroll - I'll be your foremost consultant."
Dear Fearlock Rigid,
Today we passed through a field full of sunflowers in a rainbow of shades of yellow, orange, red, and even a deep violet color. It's quite a sight to behold! I thought of you as I admired all of the beautiful flowers.
With love,
Rock Skipper
Today we passed through a field full of sunflowers in a rainbow of shades of yellow, orange, red, and even a deep violet color. It's quite a sight to behold! I thought of you as I admired all of the beautiful flowers.
With love,
Rock Skipper
Dear Friend Fearlock Rigid,
We've been exploring cliffs and valleys all day, and we think we have reached the foothills of the large mountains to the northwest of Nestor's Wood. I think we'd like to try climbing them someday.
With love,
Rock Skipper
We've been exploring cliffs and valleys all day, and we think we have reached the foothills of the large mountains to the northwest of Nestor's Wood. I think we'd like to try climbing them someday.
With love,
Rock Skipper
