(The letter is in a large padded envelope, and includes a piece of rough parchment, wrapped in plastic wrap (charcoal smears otherwise), with a sketch of Jamie and a -truly- silly looking beard.)
Kitty,
He had a beard. He had a -lot- of beard. He says dwarves do not make razors. As you can see, it was that bad.
Doug. Magic. Yes, I am rather not happy about it either, but it was the only way to get us home, or so I am told. We'd have been there another week/four months if he had not been willing. I am trying not to think about it too strongly.
Asgard was... cold. It was like - did you see the Thirteenth Warrior? It was something like that, only with much taller scary people and movies do not tell you how bad people smell when they do not bathe. It had a few good parts, but overall? I think I much prefer Earth and the 21th Century to anything else.
Most of life in the mansion is insane. My roommate is purple, the other one turns into a wolf and the third... actually, it is best if I try not to talk about Monet. My boyfriend speaks -every- language in existance, his roommate and best friend can do ten things all at once before breakfast, and their roommate is -green-. Writing those sentences should convery a feeling of wonder or awe, except that I think I sprained my sense of disbelief about six months ago, and it has not healed yet.
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Kitty,
He had a beard. He had a -lot- of beard. He says dwarves do not make razors. As you can see, it was that bad.
Doug. Magic. Yes, I am rather not happy about it either, but it was the only way to get us home, or so I am told. We'd have been there another week/four months if he had not been willing. I am trying not to think about it too strongly.
Asgard was... cold. It was like - did you see the Thirteenth Warrior? It was something like that, only with much taller scary people and movies do not tell you how bad people smell when they do not bathe. It had a few good parts, but overall? I think I much prefer Earth and the 21th Century to anything else.
Most of life in the mansion is insane. My roommate is purple, the other one turns into a wolf and the third... actually, it is best if I try not to talk about Monet.
My boyfriend speaks -every- language in existance, his roommate and best friend can do ten things all at once before breakfast, and their roommate is -green-. Writing those sentences should convery a feeling of wonder or awe, except that I think I sprained my sense of disbelief about six months ago, and it has not healed yet.
-Marie-Ange