Jan 12, 2009



Dear Token,

It's been a strange week.



I saw the pictures of your meeting. Well, some of them. The landlady wouldn't let me see all of them. It looks like you enjoyed yourself, though.



It's been a little bit strange here. A head just arrived. No body, just a head. It's rather disturbing. The landlady says he flew here from Spain. I'm not sure how, since being just a head, he has no wings...



More disturbing, however, is that my past seems to be trying to catch up to me. An old acquaintance recently dropped by... and hasn't left yet.



I'm not sure what to think of that. I don't dislike him, but he's a bit, ah, exuberant.



Mm. I suppose as long as he stays downstairs it's all right.



Oh, right, you asked about my shapeshifting. I don't think I have any real limits, at least, Mother doesn't, but I have so much trouble with it that I usually just restrict myself to changing a few minor features from time to time. The last time I attempted a full body shift, I got stuck as a cat for six months. How embarrassing.



It did let me meet someone who taught me a lot about myself, however, so I suppose it wasn't without purpose.



I am still looking forward to seeing you again in person. It cannot come soon enough.



I guess I'm a little lonely.



Well. Until next time, Token.