Aww man, Armadyl didn't answer my question about his wings (about how he flies with 8 wings)! Admittably, my letter MAY have offended him, and it had no relation with Christmas whatsoever, and there's little chance that it would've been answered anyways.
Roses are grey, violets are grey, I'm in Pompeii, I'm lost.
Congratulations to those who had their letters published!
Enjoyed reading them all.
Poor Garlandia!
"When I think of Christmas, I hear trumpets, remember the strafing of warrior icyene, smell the baking of fruitbreads. Christmas, you see, was when the icyene migration would return to the island where I had my wings severed."
Spirits of Arianwyn
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