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[sistercest]

[written in elegant, spidery handwriting. Each word comes a bit slowly. Deliberate.]

Dated the 9th Month of the Year, Day 15

Such a racket this place has been lately. These earthquakes are unlike that tsunami not too long ago: then, the silence washed over the island in an ominous shroud. A death knell, one could say. This seems...different.

Comments

[sistercest]

You're quite welcome. You made an excellent choice. I'm certain your...[delicate clearing of her throat is recorded, before she returns to writing] partner was pleased with it.

[sistercest]

[a slight, embarrassed laugh] Oh! My sincerest apologies. I thought...

Well, that isn't important. I do hope your wife was pleased with the selection, then, Mister...ah. It seems I don't know your name. I'm sorry.

Ah...a spell, you say? The gods?

[sistercest]

Mr. fon Ronsenburg. A pleasure to...well, "meet" isn't quite the term for this, but I suppose it will have to do.

I'm glad she liked it. And thank you very much. Hannike...oh! The Goddess of Love...I see, I see. [a faint laugh]