007| Letters
Feb. 20th, 2009 05:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Ever since the first word of a war, the tiniest pikloli had been doing a lot of thinking. Vianca had followed the journals closely, especially those of her sisters and Olimar. There were things she agreed with, and things she did not, but she hadn't said a word. She was not ready to say anything.
Vianca had found it rather ironic that on the day she was brought in to being, a year later there would be the rumbles of an approaching threat to her existence. To everyone's existence. She had felt something ball up in her chest at the news. It was a acute feeling of just how mortal she was. How everyone was.
Especially the few people she cared about. Vianca slipped off her bed, quietly pulling down a few sheets of paper and picking up a pen. She knew how her sisters felt. But how did she feel? What was she doing? Vianca set the nib to the paper and started to write.
What she wrote wasn't much, but it was more than she had said for nearly a week.
*The rest are a bunch of letters that Vianca delivered to each dorm, because she doesn't know the first thing about making something unhackable and she wasn't about to risk it.*
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Ionia,
I know you are determined to fight and that there is nothing I could ever say that would get you to change your mind. I believe Leader will be safe, and that he will keep our sisters who are not joining you safe.
But I do not want you to be alone.
I would like to join you.
~Vianca
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Petunia,
~Vianca
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Aviana,
Please refrain from doing anything thickheaded.
~Vianca
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Stanley,
I don't think I have ever told you to be careful with your bomb rocks.... Please be careful with them. Keep safe.
~Vianca
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Hojita,
...I am not sure what we are facing. I would refrain from eating any of them... Please keep safe.
~Vianca
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Date: 2009-02-20 01:40 pm (UTC)... okay, she'll bite them. But not eat them!*
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Date: 2009-02-20 08:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-20 08:16 pm (UTC)She'll end up going along in the end anyway. Sorry Ollie.*