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A LETTER FROM THE NORTH STAR

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"DEAR NORTH STAR COMPANY," Princess Mattea Asadha of the Petra printed her letter in a firm hand after urging her brothers to do the very same, the four of them sitting in a row together pondering their Krugsmas wishes.

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Juniper sat at the counter with her youngest in her lap. “Have you thought of what you want to ask the North Star Company for, Dora?” Her pen was at the ready to assist the young child in writing the letter.

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Should mention I asked my roommate, who plays this character, what they would want and they tucked their hair behind their ear and said "I have no idea"

 

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Caliope d'Arkent would sit in her pretty pink tower with a wide smile on her face as she wrote her letter to the North Star, being as opinionated as she was, she knew what she wanted...

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Ezau sent a letter to your first slot, but I forgot the address! She lives in the big Manor at Dunrath! 

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Finding one of the missives tucked away carefully in the museum's donation bin would a certain small gobliness perk up in curiosity as she withdrew the parchment to read.

"...Is this a tradition Gummy has never read up on before?" She thought to herself has she chittered softly under her breath in thought, "It sounds like Krugmas for orcs, but Gummy has never witnessed anything like this before.... Maibee this is what Gummy needs to help fix the peoples' spirit....~!"

 

With a metallic smile to the postcard below, she couldn't help but skitter off towards the aviary to begin quilling in her idea.

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The Devil, Reinhard, tapped his quill to his desk as the thought of the company crossed his mind: thrumming with a blur of thoughts. How much had the world failed him? How much did he help, to gain nothing? How little was he trusted? How was he to forever was a tightrope with plummeting into one abyss or another?

His breaths subtly quickened in a manner he didn't even realise: wrenching, clutching, seething, scraping, consuming thoughts taking hold.

After some long moment of staring at the blank parchment with his worn, otherwordly gaze he began to write.

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