I'll be back up in the tree in a while--I was leaving the island with all the crystals when that quake hit, so I'm waiting for the other bridges to steady.

Do me a favor and check in, okay? You know who you are.

(ooc: Handwriting is jerky, but still recognizable as hers.)

I've never before had to deal with such vicious libel in my entire remembered month or so of existence.

And stop calling me scary where I can see it. You're gonna give me a complex.

Boys, honestly.

(ooc: A few drops of water fall on the page from time to time--she's run off to the hot springs island for a while.)