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[Ciara Devir]

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The zombie stood at the door to Nyxy's home with soot covering his hands, torso, and even a small hint of soot on his face. Held in both his hands was an innocent looking red tri-barrel cactus, the body slightly moist, and a letter attached.

Dearest Nyxy,

Meet Randolph. He said he was a gardener for years and he liked drinking ale and occasionally indulging in sweetened apples and women. (I truly don't want to consider those two together, considering his flesh keeps falling off) That's really all he can tell me, but I thought it'd work. His soul's all gone, but his mind does remember that apparently, and will tell you this every two minutes and thirteen seconds. I couldn't send one of my pets, cause they'd have probably died delivering this to you. So sorry he's going to be annoying. Perhaps he'll collapse in a heap along the way back and I won't have to hear him drone on and on and on...

This is the sapling of the plant I was telling you about. I do hope you have better luck with it then me.

Your friend,
Ciara

[Nyxanna ab'Arawn]

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Her eyes widened at her new guest and the plant he carried, chuckling she invited the man in who did speak quite often every two minutes or so. She nodded ignoring him hopeing he would trip with the plant in his hands. Finally the plant safely placed in the new flame retardant lab Nyxanna sent him on his way with a note.

Ciara,

If this doesnt reach you oh well but I wanted to let you know the plant arrived , I have it safely placed and will begin working on it, when I have the fortitude to withstand the heat (is currently spreading a salve on her skin). I look forward to the explosive nature of this project come by any time we will consult the minds at work, and see what we come up with.

Nyx..