Great Southern Dessert, June
Alanna watched Coram and Hakim Fahrar ride away, their pack horse trailing behind. Fingering the ember at her throat, she blinked her suddenly watery eyes. Picking up Faithful, she entered her tent and for the first time in four weeks, began to write.
( A few letters )
( A few letters )
Best letter I've had all day, and that's not me smarting off - the other one kind of blew. It's really great to hear from you.
I got nothing on evil swords - evil masks I could do you, but all the swords I've come across have been the good kind. The kind that are good for killing stuff with, anyway.
No more kids from the future that I know of, but who knows, with the new crop of students. Maybe your great-great grandson is one of the new freshmen.
...If you need help fixing your brain after that, I could send duct tape...
There's a new Slayer on the island, though - one of the girls I know from back home, only, gee wait for it - younger. That makes three plus a bunch of non-Slayery vampire and demon hunters all going wacky because there's no monsters on the island right now. Dawn invited Mel to go home with her back to my dimension or reasonable blahblah thereof for the weekend, and she's all "Yay, Boogie Dance, Something To Fight!"
Sounds like that's not one of your problems right now - be careful. Tell Faithful he's lucky there's no electricity there or you'd be using a dust-buster to get the sand off him.
No disappearing! Write back! Come back! Still an order!
~Xander
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Would you be willing to send this mask along with your next letter? I'm sure it'll go through. And there's a quick way to check if an off-spring of Alanna's is around: Has anyone been thrown into a lake lately?
I think I do need this duct tape to help fix my brain after that sentance. You've learned how to time travel? What's a dust-buster? I'm very much for anything that torments that cat. He doesn't like me much.
And she didn't write to me. What's the fun in that?
In total confusion,
Lord Thom of Trebond.
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