Re: House Kitsune: Darius, Valentin & Open
Of course she knew how pens worked! Why was he treating her like an idiot? He did not bring her an inkwell, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of asking. As it happened, this was a new sort of pen that did not run out of ink. Quite remarkable.
Dear Mr. Prose,
I do very much apologize for this style of introduction. My name is Miss Sybil Ingram, and I'm afraid I currently reside in your mind. Even worse, I am not the only one there.
I do not know how much you will remember from this night's events, but ghosts are particularly powerful on All Hallow's Eve. Your mind was overwhelmed by another spirit, a Roman soldier by the name of Mr. Quintus Valerius. As he meant to do mischief, I intervened. Afterward, I discovered that I could not withdraw without Mr. Valerius again attempting to take control. After consulting with a teacher, it was decided that I remain custodian of your person until morning, when ghosts will weaken and your mind will be able to reassert itself.
I understand this must all be a bit shocking. I understand it particularly because it happened to me as well. You have the same power I had while I was alive, and it is indeed possible to improve one's mind to prevent this from recurring. Also, with practice, you and I might be able to converse freely at other times as well. It was a skill I was able to learn when I was alive, and while a bit unorthodox, there is something pleasant about always having company.
In closing, we owe a debt of gratitude to Mr. Valentin Graff. He has been your staunch supporter throughout the night. I have thanked him myself, but I believe it would mean more to him coming from you.
Warmest regards, Miss Sybil Ingram
Sybil blew on the ink to dry it, then folded the letter up neatly. Spotting a candle nearby, she used a bit of wax to seal it, the tucked it nearly in Mr. Prose's shirt pocket where he would be sure to find it.
As Mr. Graff proposed the plan, Sybil nodded. "Certainly. Please lead the way."
In her lifetime, her own house had planned an elaborate fox hunt. She was sorry to hear it was no longer a tradition. It had always been great fun.