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[Ciara Devir]

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Slitherby slowly slithered stealthily to the toyshoppe, a small letter wrapped around his rat head. His forked tongue tested the air, sensing a deadly toxin permeating from an office. With a little more perk, he moved to the office, and waited patiently, his body wrapping around the chair legs,

Dear Miss Shade,

Meet Slitherby. He's been much better than Useb at sending my letters, don't you agree? He also likes poisonous things, so please find a dead mouse or two to feed him? He'd like it coming from your hand.

On a more serious note, I heard about your dolls, and I wish to remind you, when I was younger, we spoke of my owning a doll. These winter ones sound perfect! I know I'm a little too old to be playing with dolls, but I think we can agree, your dolls are better than any meer child's toy.

Thank you so much!

Love,
Ciara

PS - know anyone who can use a flying cat?

[NightShade]

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Shade had to laugh at this one, boy this was something else. The animal perked up at the sight of her and slithered quickly towards her upon entrance to the room.

She put down a hand and it quickly crawled up her pale arm wrapping itself about it. Removing the note she read it carefully and chuckled calling out to Mimus...

So you want a pal Mimus, like say a flying cat? Mimus was affronted puffing out his black feathers and giving her a spirit like squawk as he stormed angrily from the room.

Okay I will take that as a no..

Dearest Dearest Ciara,

Whereever have you been child, locked in that lab of yours no doubt. You know its good for the soul to get out and have a breath of fresh air, if you ever want me to take yours for a walk let me know... *chuckle*

The winter dolls are a curious lot they have a range of interesting....weather inducing spells on a rather small scale. I know your askance of one is due to your innate curiousity upon how they tick. So if you want one I ask only one thing... you must come get it...

P.S. Mimus says no on the flying cat, or I would take it myself...

Poisonously yours,
Shade

She affixed her note back to Slitherby and after turning over a dead mouse to his fanglike jaws he took his leave, tongue gracefully testing the air searching out Ciara's scent...
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