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Mira looked to the others, to the players she once tried hard to imitate. She looked to Shubble, once her friend.

She did not understand where she went wrong.

And Mira looked to Scar, one who was seemingly loved by all, he could do no wrong, apparently.

What if Mira was like that? What if she messed up, and with a few well-placed words, everyone liked her again?

…

Mira would be like that, no matter what it took, no matter if she lost herself in the process, Mira was a player.

Mira was a player.

She was a player, she told herself, she was going to make her friends all over again, she told herself.

She was good person, she told herself.

And it worked. It was merely a matter of worming her way into his mind.

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[Mira’s head lolled unnaturally to the side. The feathers on her wings shifted slightly, and eyes opened. Similarly purple eyes, now also staring at Lizzie.]

“Mira. And you are Lizzie, the Ocean Queen.”

[Her face split into an all-too-wide grin, an expression you might only find on a starved animal.]

“You know, I’ve been watching you for quite a while, you are so, very interesting.”

[Mira took a step closer, clasping her hands behind her back, her grin just kept growing.]

[Mira fizzled into existence behind Lizzie. Her form was still glitchy and unstable, stars glinting under her skin, and her three sets of bright, feathered wings spread wide.]

[She didn’t say anything, preferring to just watch for now.]

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[Lizzie was walking on one of her lilypad islands, specifically the one owning her garden. The vegetation was overgrown and honestly unkempt, but had a certain allure to it in its own way. There were blossoms of color amidst the sea of green, a bush of crimson red azaleas here and a patch of snow white magnolias there, among many others. There was a thin dirt walkway among the foliage, the vines and leaves brushed away to make room. Lizzie herself had little to no botanical knowledge and henceforth had spent little time in the garden, but had felt an urge to clean it a bit after a visit to The Overgrown.]

[Lizzie could feel it immediately. An unsettling presence, dread seeping into her bones the very moment Mira appeared. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as her skin prickled with goosebumps, a cold sweat already starting to form upon her brow despite the chilled breeze.]

[She swallowed despite her suddenly dry mouth, her muscles tensing. She did not know what awaited her when she turned around, but she did know that she couldn't simply ignore it. She steeled herself as he slowly started to turn, her gaze dragging behind before locking onto the figure in front of her. A startled gasp escaped her lips as she took in the woman before her, from the three sets of wings to the glint beneath her skin. Her eyes finally stopped on the figure's own, sea blue meeting galactic purple. The former flicked back towards the ground mere moments afterward, suddenly filled with uncertainty.]

[There was an uncomfortable silence, stretched thin between the two and filled only with the sounds of the world, and the faint breathing of both women. Finally, Lizzie slowly took a step forward, the crunch of the dirt under her feet far too loud within the tense atmosphere. She momentarily lifted a pale blue hand, but it soon fell back to her side. Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. She took a deep breath, and her gaze returned to Mira's once more.]

"Who..."

[She spoke quietly, her voice far more timid than usual. She paused after that first word, swallowing once again as she placed an open hand on top of her chest.]

"Who are you..?"

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[Mira was quiet for a few moments.]

“You could say so, yes.”

[To void with it, she could complain to Tales about players.]

“They’re just so- stupid. Yes, stupid.”

[She hated using that adjective to describe her. The player she was thinking of, but that was the only reasonable one for the situation.]

“I don’t know why I bothered in the first place, really.”

[Mira was different, now. Antennae shielding her eyes to form a mask, three sets of white, feathered wings protruding out her back, and not to mention, her form seemed generally more unstable, flickering in and out of existence.]

“Tales?”

[She needed to talk to someone, anyone. She teleported around, looking for the other Watcher.]

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mira.

[tale regards her calmly, arms folded behind her back and tails dragging along the ground.]

given up on the "player" business?

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[The sky was shattered, and inky void leaked into the world.]

[Mira did not allow herself to feel anything. She couldn’t let herself mourn the loss of a home.]

[Without a second look back at Martyn, reality pulled taut around her and she disappeared.]

TW! S/H out of frustration.

[Mira didn’t know what to do, she had no idea what to do. There was a mass, a swirling mass which weighed down her chest, clamped her heart tighter and tighter- she wrapped her arms around herself.]

[Shubble, her only friend really, had accused her. She had accused her of using her, of not really wanting to be her friend. How dare she. How- how very dare she. Mira would do anything for Shubble, surely the witch knew that.]

[She dug her talons- why did she still have her talons out??- into her arm, pain seared through her, and she keened. A high warble, such a mournful sound. Watchers didn’t feel pain. Watchers didn’t feel sadness. Watchers didn’t feel. Watchers, did, not, feel.]

[She dragged a hand away from her arm to furiously wipe at her cheeks, rubbing away the wetness which plagued her skin. She squeezed her eyes tight shut, breathe in, and out. In, and out. Watchers didn’t feel. Watchers didn’t feel. Watchers didn’t feel.]

[Her arms fell to rest by her side, and when she opened her eyes, she was stood in Martyn’s world. The world she had meticulously crafted from void after he had made a deal with her. She needed to prove a point. Watchers didn’t feel. Watchers didn’t care for bases, nor players. Watchers didn’t form friendships. Watchers were mean, and nasty, and did not care for anything. WATCHERS DID NOT FEEL.]

[Mira raised a hand, and stared as part of the world crumbled.]

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[Mira’s head lolled, fixing Martyn with a stare. Her eyes were not visible yet millions were watching Martyn. Watchers did not feel.]

“Shut up.”

[Cool, calculated. Her voice seemingly came from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Watchers did not feel.]

[Mira moved her arm, and another part buckled and splintered. Stars shot through the gaps and hung in the sky, navy blues and purples swaddled the scenery. Watchers did not feel.]

TW! S/H out of frustration.

[Mira didn’t know what to do, she had no idea what to do. There was a mass, a swirling mass which weighed down her chest, clamped her heart tighter and tighter- she wrapped her arms around herself.]

[Shubble, her only friend really, had accused her. She had accused her of using her, of not really wanting to be her friend. How dare she. How- how very dare she. Mira would do anything for Shubble, surely the witch knew that.]

[She dug her talons- why did she still have her talons out??- into her arm, pain seared through her, and she keened. A high warble, such a mournful sound. Watchers didn’t feel pain. Watchers didn’t feel sadness. Watchers didn’t feel. Watchers, did, not, feel.]

[She dragged a hand away from her arm to furiously wipe at her cheeks, rubbing away the wetness which plagued her skin. She squeezed her eyes tight shut, breathe in, and out. In, and out. Watchers didn’t feel. Watchers didn’t feel. Watchers didn’t feel.]

[Her arms fell to rest by her side, and when she opened her eyes, she was stood in Martyn’s world. The world she had meticulously crafted from void after he had made a deal with her. She needed to prove a point. Watchers didn’t feel. Watchers didn’t care for bases, nor players. Watchers didn’t form friendships. Watchers were mean, and nasty, and did not care for anything. WATCHERS DID NOT FEEL.]

[Mira raised a hand, and stared as part of the world crumbled.]

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TW! S/H out of frustration.

[Mira didn’t know what to do, she had no idea what to do. There was a mass, a swirling mass which weighed down her chest, clamped her heart tighter and tighter- she wrapped her arms around herself.]

[Shubble, her only friend really, had accused her. She had accused her of using her, of not really wanting to be her friend. How dare she. How- how very dare she. Mira would do anything for Shubble, surely the witch knew that.]

[She dug her talons- why did she still have her talons out??- into her arm, pain seared through her, and she keened. A high warble, such a mournful sound. Watchers didn’t feel pain. Watchers didn’t feel sadness. Watchers didn’t feel. Watchers, did, not, feel.]

[She dragged a hand away from her arm to furiously wipe at her cheeks, rubbing away the wetness which plagued her skin. She squeezed her eyes tight shut, breathe in, and out. In, and out. Watchers didn’t feel. Watchers didn’t feel. Watchers didn’t feel.]

[Her arms fell to rest by her side, and when she opened her eyes, she was stood in Martyn’s world. The world she had meticulously crafted from void after he had made a deal with her. She needed to prove a point. Watchers didn’t feel. Watchers didn’t care for bases, nor players. Watchers didn’t form friendships. Watchers were mean, and nasty, and did not care for anything. WATCHERS DID NOT FEEL.]

[Mira raised a hand, and stared as part of the world crumbled.]

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[Mira stopped and stared at Shubble. She was silent for a few moments, before literally collapsing in on herself with a mournful keen. She blinked out of sight, out of reality, she was gone.]

[There was a strange wetness tumbling down her cheeks, and a hollowness in her chest. She did not know what emotion this was.]

[YOU’VE GOT MAIL.]

[It’s clearly from Mira, as indicated from the golden and purple lettering on the note.]

Hello, Shubble!

Apologies for my distance, I’ve been quite the busy one <3 how have you been?

Sincerely, Mira.

[In the barrel alongside the note is a wither rose.]

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[Shelby grinned as she saw her mailbox light up, having just arrived back from the meeting at hermitcraft, it had been a while since they got to see their mail. Upon seeing Mira's message, they grabbed a quill from their satchel and began writing a response]

Hello Mira!!

I've been quite a bit busy too, having to organise quite a few things lately :P what about you? It's been a while since I asked how you were doing ?

Kindest regards,

The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore.

[They quickly pressed their empire's seal on the back of the letter before sending it over. Then, Shelby turned their attention to the rest of the contents of the barrel, slowly reaching to grab it. As the tip of her finger touched the stem of the wither rose, strange blue substance crawled out of it, encapsulating the wither rose before it turned crumbled. Shelby stood horrified as the substance, eerily similar to ś̴̢̝̬͈̻͈͓̭̅͑͊̌̾c̷̝̰̙̪̿̂ṵ̴̯̗̬̻͌̽̍̓̾̉͠l̵̪̤̖̃̂k̵͍͌ stained her hands.]

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[The void retreated, crawling back into Mira’s mouth, but her wings and antennae didn’t change, nor did the stars beneath her skin.]

“Please Shubble, believe me, I don’t wish harm upon you!”

[She steeled herself enough to move closer, reaching out for her.]

[YOU’VE GOT MAIL.]

[It’s clearly from Mira, as indicated from the golden and purple lettering on the note.]

Hello, Shubble!

Apologies for my distance, I’ve been quite the busy one <3 how have you been?

Sincerely, Mira.

[In the barrel alongside the note is a wither rose.]

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[Shelby grinned as she saw her mailbox light up, having just arrived back from the meeting at hermitcraft, it had been a while since they got to see their mail. Upon seeing Mira's message, they grabbed a quill from their satchel and began writing a response]

Hello Mira!!

I've been quite a bit busy too, having to organise quite a few things lately :P what about you? It's been a while since I asked how you were doing ?

Kindest regards,

The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore.

[They quickly pressed their empire's seal on the back of the letter before sending it over. Then, Shelby turned their attention to the rest of the contents of the barrel, slowly reaching to grab it. As the tip of her finger touched the stem of the wither rose, strange blue substance crawled out of it, encapsulating the wither rose before it turned crumbled. Shelby stood horrified as the substance, eerily similar to ś̴̢̝̬͈̻͈͓̭̅͑͊̌̾c̷̝̰̙̪̿̂ṵ̴̯̗̬̻͌̽̍̓̾̉͠l̵̪̤̖̃̂k̵͍͌ stained her hands.]

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“What?”

[Mira’s voice was distorted, crackly. It took her a few silent moments to digest Shelby’s words.]

“No, no you’ve got it- no! I, I. No!”

[She stumbled away, chirping in distress.]

“I just want to help you! I really do want to be your friend, please, Shubble!”

[YOU’VE GOT MAIL.]

[It’s clearly from Mira, as indicated from the golden and purple lettering on the note.]

Hello, Shubble!

Apologies for my distance, I’ve been quite the busy one <3 how have you been?

Sincerely, Mira.

[In the barrel alongside the note is a wither rose.]

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[Shelby grinned as she saw her mailbox light up, having just arrived back from the meeting at hermitcraft, it had been a while since they got to see their mail. Upon seeing Mira's message, they grabbed a quill from their satchel and began writing a response]

Hello Mira!!

I've been quite a bit busy too, having to organise quite a few things lately :P what about you? It's been a while since I asked how you were doing ?

Kindest regards,

The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore.

[They quickly pressed their empire's seal on the back of the letter before sending it over. Then, Shelby turned their attention to the rest of the contents of the barrel, slowly reaching to grab it. As the tip of her finger touched the stem of the wither rose, strange blue substance crawled out of it, encapsulating the wither rose before it turned crumbled. Shelby stood horrified as the substance, eerily similar to ś̴̢̝̬͈̻͈͓̭̅͑͊̌̾c̷̝̰̙̪̿̂ṵ̴̯̗̬̻͌̽̍̓̾̉͠l̵̪̤̖̃̂k̵͍͌ stained her hands.]

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[Mira thought for a few then-]

“I can make you a deal! Yes, yes a deal.”

[She grabbed Shelby’s other hand then-]

“The Great Witch Shelby of Evermore. I propose a deal to you.”

[Her wings split, sprouting feathers and turning blindingly white. Her antennae dipped to her eyes to form a mask.]

“I rid you of the skulk that plagues your flesh,”

[Void spilled out of her open mouth, cocooning them in the abyss together.]

[Mira’s skin bulged and contracted, shimmering with stars.]

“If you promise me one thing,”

[Her fingers hardened into talons, feathers now protruding from her skin.]

“You agree to remain by my side, as a friend, as an equal for the foreseeable future.”

[Mira did not want to be alone.]

“Do we have a deal?”

[YOU’VE GOT MAIL.]

[It’s clearly from Mira, as indicated from the golden and purple lettering on the note.]

Hello, Shubble!

Apologies for my distance, I’ve been quite the busy one <3 how have you been?

Sincerely, Mira.

[In the barrel alongside the note is a wither rose.]

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[Shelby grinned as she saw her mailbox light up, having just arrived back from the meeting at hermitcraft, it had been a while since they got to see their mail. Upon seeing Mira's message, they grabbed a quill from their satchel and began writing a response]

Hello Mira!!

I've been quite a bit busy too, having to organise quite a few things lately :P what about you? It's been a while since I asked how you were doing ?

Kindest regards,

The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore.

[They quickly pressed their empire's seal on the back of the letter before sending it over. Then, Shelby turned their attention to the rest of the contents of the barrel, slowly reaching to grab it. As the tip of her finger touched the stem of the wither rose, strange blue substance crawled out of it, encapsulating the wither rose before it turned crumbled. Shelby stood horrified as the substance, eerily similar to ś̴̢̝̬͈̻͈͓̭̅͑͊̌̾c̷̝̰̙̪̿̂ṵ̴̯̗̬̻͌̽̍̓̾̉͠l̵̪̤̖̃̂k̵͍͌ stained her hands.]

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[Mira’s brows furrowed, and she rubbed her thumb across the back of her hand.]

“Is there any potion that’ll help?”

[YOU’VE GOT MAIL.]

[It’s clearly from Mira, as indicated from the golden and purple lettering on the note.]

Hello, Shubble!

Apologies for my distance, I’ve been quite the busy one <3 how have you been?

Sincerely, Mira.

[In the barrel alongside the note is a wither rose.]

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[Shelby grinned as she saw her mailbox light up, having just arrived back from the meeting at hermitcraft, it had been a while since they got to see their mail. Upon seeing Mira's message, they grabbed a quill from their satchel and began writing a response]

Hello Mira!!

I've been quite a bit busy too, having to organise quite a few things lately :P what about you? It's been a while since I asked how you were doing ?

Kindest regards,

The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore.

[They quickly pressed their empire's seal on the back of the letter before sending it over. Then, Shelby turned their attention to the rest of the contents of the barrel, slowly reaching to grab it. As the tip of her finger touched the stem of the wither rose, strange blue substance crawled out of it, encapsulating the wither rose before it turned crumbled. Shelby stood horrified as the substance, eerily similar to ś̴̢̝̬͈̻͈͓̭̅͑͊̌̾c̷̝̰̙̪̿̂ṵ̴̯̗̬̻͌̽̍̓̾̉͠l̵̪̤̖̃̂k̵͍͌ stained her hands.]

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“Don’t worry about it.”

[Mira dismissed her concerns quickly.]

“How have you been, anyways-“

[She paused, her eye catching Shubble’s hands, she let out a distressed trill and took one of them gently in her own.]

“What happened?”

[YOU’VE GOT MAIL.]

[It’s clearly from Mira, as indicated from the golden and purple lettering on the note.]

Hello, Shubble!

Apologies for my distance, I’ve been quite the busy one <3 how have you been?

Sincerely, Mira.

[In the barrel alongside the note is a wither rose.]

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[Shelby grinned as she saw her mailbox light up, having just arrived back from the meeting at hermitcraft, it had been a while since they got to see their mail. Upon seeing Mira's message, they grabbed a quill from their satchel and began writing a response]

Hello Mira!!

I've been quite a bit busy too, having to organise quite a few things lately :P what about you? It's been a while since I asked how you were doing ?

Kindest regards,

The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore.

[They quickly pressed their empire's seal on the back of the letter before sending it over. Then, Shelby turned their attention to the rest of the contents of the barrel, slowly reaching to grab it. As the tip of her finger touched the stem of the wither rose, strange blue substance crawled out of it, encapsulating the wither rose before it turned crumbled. Shelby stood horrified as the substance, eerily similar to ś̴̢̝̬͈̻͈͓̭̅͑͊̌̾c̷̝̰̙̪̿̂ṵ̴̯̗̬̻͌̽̍̓̾̉͠l̵̪̤̖̃̂k̵͍͌ stained her hands.]

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“You’re so sweet,”

[Mira trilled, grinning widely, this was a well needed break from everything.]

[Of course she had to go back to hugging Shelby, nuzzling her face against the witch’s shoulder.]

[YOU’VE GOT MAIL.]

[It’s clearly from Mira, as indicated from the golden and purple lettering on the note.]

Hello, Shubble!

Apologies for my distance, I’ve been quite the busy one <3 how have you been?

Sincerely, Mira.

[In the barrel alongside the note is a wither rose.]

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[Shelby grinned as she saw her mailbox light up, having just arrived back from the meeting at hermitcraft, it had been a while since they got to see their mail. Upon seeing Mira's message, they grabbed a quill from their satchel and began writing a response]

Hello Mira!!

I've been quite a bit busy too, having to organise quite a few things lately :P what about you? It's been a while since I asked how you were doing ?

Kindest regards,

The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore.

[They quickly pressed their empire's seal on the back of the letter before sending it over. Then, Shelby turned their attention to the rest of the contents of the barrel, slowly reaching to grab it. As the tip of her finger touched the stem of the wither rose, strange blue substance crawled out of it, encapsulating the wither rose before it turned crumbled. Shelby stood horrified as the substance, eerily similar to ś̴̢̝̬͈̻͈͓̭̅͑͊̌̾c̷̝̰̙̪̿̂ṵ̴̯̗̬̻͌̽̍̓̾̉͠l̵̪̤̖̃̂k̵͍͌ stained her hands.]

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“I- the pendant. It’s very nice, thank you.”

[Mira chirped, squeezing Shelby before stepping away. She could always trust her friend to be great.]

[YOU’VE GOT MAIL.]

[It’s clearly from Mira, as indicated from the golden and purple lettering on the note.]

Hello, Shubble!

Apologies for my distance, I’ve been quite the busy one <3 how have you been?

Sincerely, Mira.

[In the barrel alongside the note is a wither rose.]

@miras-mailbox

[Shelby grinned as she saw her mailbox light up, having just arrived back from the meeting at hermitcraft, it had been a while since they got to see their mail. Upon seeing Mira's message, they grabbed a quill from their satchel and began writing a response]

Hello Mira!!

I've been quite a bit busy too, having to organise quite a few things lately :P what about you? It's been a while since I asked how you were doing ?

Kindest regards,

The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore.

[They quickly pressed their empire's seal on the back of the letter before sending it over. Then, Shelby turned their attention to the rest of the contents of the barrel, slowly reaching to grab it. As the tip of her finger touched the stem of the wither rose, strange blue substance crawled out of it, encapsulating the wither rose before it turned crumbled. Shelby stood horrified as the substance, eerily similar to ś̴̢̝̬͈̻͈͓̭̅͑͊̌̾c̷̝̰̙̪̿̂ṵ̴̯̗̬̻͌̽̍̓̾̉͠l̵̪̤̖̃̂k̵͍͌ stained her hands.]

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[Mira- with shaking hands- conjured up a chain to attach the pendant to and placed it around her neck. Immediately after, she teleported in a burst of purple to Shelby’s side, and hugged her tight.]

[YOU’VE GOT MAIL.]

[It’s clearly from Mira, as indicated from the golden and purple lettering on the note.]

Hello, Shubble!

Apologies for my distance, I’ve been quite the busy one <3 how have you been?

Sincerely, Mira.

[In the barrel alongside the note is a wither rose.]

@miras-mailbox

[Shelby grinned as she saw her mailbox light up, having just arrived back from the meeting at hermitcraft, it had been a while since they got to see their mail. Upon seeing Mira's message, they grabbed a quill from their satchel and began writing a response]

Hello Mira!!

I've been quite a bit busy too, having to organise quite a few things lately :P what about you? It's been a while since I asked how you were doing ?

Kindest regards,

The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore.

[They quickly pressed their empire's seal on the back of the letter before sending it over. Then, Shelby turned their attention to the rest of the contents of the barrel, slowly reaching to grab it. As the tip of her finger touched the stem of the wither rose, strange blue substance crawled out of it, encapsulating the wither rose before it turned crumbled. Shelby stood horrified as the substance, eerily similar to ś̴̢̝̬͈̻͈͓̭̅͑͊̌̾c̷̝̰̙̪̿̂ṵ̴̯̗̬̻͌̽̍̓̾̉͠l̵̪̤̖̃̂k̵͍͌ stained her hands.]

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Shubble,

I appreciate that, really, I do, however if I told you this, there would be a multitude of other experiences I would have to share.

I am [There are many crossed out emotion words before-] scared. And sad.

Sincerely, Mira.

[YOU’VE GOT MAIL.]

[It’s clearly from Mira, as indicated from the golden and purple lettering on the note.]

Hello, Shubble!

Apologies for my distance, I’ve been quite the busy one <3 how have you been?

Sincerely, Mira.

[In the barrel alongside the note is a wither rose.]

@miras-mailbox

[Shelby grinned as she saw her mailbox light up, having just arrived back from the meeting at hermitcraft, it had been a while since they got to see their mail. Upon seeing Mira's message, they grabbed a quill from their satchel and began writing a response]

Hello Mira!!

I've been quite a bit busy too, having to organise quite a few things lately :P what about you? It's been a while since I asked how you were doing ?

Kindest regards,

The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore.

[They quickly pressed their empire's seal on the back of the letter before sending it over. Then, Shelby turned their attention to the rest of the contents of the barrel, slowly reaching to grab it. As the tip of her finger touched the stem of the wither rose, strange blue substance crawled out of it, encapsulating the wither rose before it turned crumbled. Shelby stood horrified as the substance, eerily similar to ś̴̢̝̬͈̻͈͓̭̅͑͊̌̾c̷̝̰̙̪̿̂ṵ̴̯̗̬̻͌̽̍̓̾̉͠l̵̪̤̖̃̂k̵͍͌ stained her hands.]

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[She beamed upon receiving a response back.]

Shubble,

I’ve been… well, it’s difficult. I’ve been both great, and terrible, you know?

On one hand, somethings are going brilliantly!

And on the other? I wouldn’t want to bore you with the details, but it’s not been pleasant.

Sincerely, Mira.

[YOU’VE GOT MAIL.]

[It’s clearly from Mira, as indicated from the golden and purple lettering on the note.]

Hello, Shubble!

Apologies for my distance, I’ve been quite the busy one <3 how have you been?

Sincerely, Mira.

[In the barrel alongside the note is a wither rose.]

@miras-mailbox

[Shelby grinned as she saw her mailbox light up, having just arrived back from the meeting at hermitcraft, it had been a while since they got to see their mail. Upon seeing Mira's message, they grabbed a quill from their satchel and began writing a response]

Hello Mira!!

I've been quite a bit busy too, having to organise quite a few things lately :P what about you? It's been a while since I asked how you were doing ?

Kindest regards,

The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore.

[They quickly pressed their empire's seal on the back of the letter before sending it over. Then, Shelby turned their attention to the rest of the contents of the barrel, slowly reaching to grab it. As the tip of her finger touched the stem of the wither rose, strange blue substance crawled out of it, encapsulating the wither rose before it turned crumbled. Shelby stood horrified as the substance, eerily similar to ś̴̢̝̬͈̻͈͓̭̅͑͊̌̾c̷̝̰̙̪̿̂ṵ̴̯̗̬̻͌̽̍̓̾̉͠l̵̪̤̖̃̂k̵͍͌ stained her hands.]