Letter to Santa
[The Letter is printed in sharp, neat elvish script.]
Santa,
I ain't no goodie-two-shoes, but you might need shoes for your... deer, or new runners for your sleigh. I don't beg handouts. You'll get a fair trade out of me.
The kid keeps getting his leg and his arm rusty. Fix it?
Don't know about the others. Hewley's less wussy than usual, so don't smack him around too much. Sephiroth's If it wouldn't be too much The big ninnies--Hewley, Rhapsodos and Sephiroth that is--need something. I don't know what, but if you're as magic as Aaron says, maybe you do. Speaking of that kid, I'd like to teach him how to make spice soup, but we ain't got the ingredients. Fair and Strife don't need anything, I think. They're good kids. Whatever they ask for, give them extra of. Karasu too.
For Young Miss Swordfish, just some shiny gems or gold. The gaudier the better.
I don't want anything myself. I want my son, Braedan. I want to know he's okay. And Leggula, the great useless thing. Wanna hear him play those blasted reed pipes of his again. Just take care of the rest of them. And the ones back home.
Maybe bring me my cat if you can. Leggula and he don't get along, and Braedan just pulls his tail. They won't miss him.
Avari.
Santa,
I ain't no goodie-two-shoes, but you might need shoes for your... deer, or new runners for your sleigh. I don't beg handouts. You'll get a fair trade out of me.
The kid keeps getting his leg and his arm rusty. Fix it?
Don't know about the others. Hewley's less wussy than usual, so don't smack him around too much. Sephiroth's If it wouldn't be too much The big ninnies--Hewley, Rhapsodos and Sephiroth that is--need something. I don't know what, but if you're as magic as Aaron says, maybe you do. Speaking of that kid, I'd like to teach him how to make spice soup, but we ain't got the ingredients. Fair and Strife don't need anything, I think. They're good kids. Whatever they ask for, give them extra of. Karasu too.
For Young Miss Swordfish, just some shiny gems or gold. The gaudier the better.
I don't want anything myself. I want my son, Braedan. I want to know he's okay. And Leggula, the great useless thing. Wanna hear him play those blasted reed pipes of his again. Just take care of the rest of them. And the ones back home.
Maybe bring me my cat if you can. Leggula and he don't get along, and Braedan just pulls his tail. They won't miss him.
Avari.