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[oil_strokes]

Well. It looks like I'm going to be taking a trip to Six Rocks next month. I've been writing drafts of a letter to a lady there, but nothing comes out right, and it feels far too impersonal for the purpose. Plus, even my sister has no idea what I should send as a gift. In fact, it was her idea that I say what needs to be said in person. And the

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[she_or_me]

Have a safe trip back, little prince. Bandits have been getting bolder these days.

(ooc: Took liberty with the nickname >> With what you told me about him being cooped up in his house and all and coming from a relatively successful family, I thought the kids would have given him a nickname of sorts. If not, then that's just what she calls him.)

[oil_strokes]

Little... Haha, oh my. It's been a while since I've heard that. I'd almost forgotten. :p

Thank you, though. And don't worry. I'm plenty capable of handling myself. ;)

(ooc: lol, that's fine. I can see them calling him that, especially when he was little and cooped up and sheltered all the time. XDDD)

[she_or_me]

Oh? The little prince isn't so little anymore is seems.

I'm surprised your parents let you leave. They barely had you out of your house back then.

(ooc: we really need to come up with a name >>)

[oil_strokes]

No, not little at all, anymore. ^_^

By the time I hit puberty, I'd pretty well gotten them convinced that it was okay if I was out and about for a while. ^^

(ooc: Yes we do >> )

[she_or_me]

Ah yes, you were out quite a lot around that age. You were still a little prince back then.