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My dearest Hootsifer. This letter comes all the way from the very tippy-tips of the Toes, where the Frostbite Festival is in full swing. Oh, I've had so much iced scream that I might burst [chuckles]. But it's nothing compared to the night you had. Oh, it was so wonderful to hear that Edalyn has managed to rest control of—I mean, make peace with the curse. How exhilarating! It is definitely her brand to make the best of a bad situation. Meanwhile, here I am being spoon-fed elixir, by mother. But no, no-no-no. It's not a competition, but besides, it really seemed like my Raven Beast was more than a match for the Owl Beast! But no-no-no-no-no it is not a competition, it really is not, and I, Lilith Clawthorne... believe that..! I do!
In happier news, I cannot express how much I'm enjoying spending time in mother's company. Oh, she's even been teaching me all of our family recipes that have been handed down from one Clawthorne to the next. It's amazing to experience family history through the culinary arts. I cannot wait to have you try some true Clawthorne cuisine like blood sausage, blood cake, and blood blood. [chuckles] Much tastier than those micro-grave meals that Edalyn feeds you all. Unfortunately, without magic, I... haven't been much used to mother's pursuits in the Beast Coven, but perhaps that is a blessing. I can't tell you how many parasites she comes home with each night. Last night... I had to pull a fearwig out of her eye. [gulps in disgust] Neither have I been able to help father carve palismen...
[sighs] But I won't dwell. I've recently applied for a position at the local museum to help catalog various artifacts from Boiling Isles antiquity. You'd think spending nearly thirty years at a coven would look good on a resume, but oh-no. They always have to ask about the banishment, and the betraying of the emperor, and the lack of magic, and... I'm just really in need of this job, Hootsifer. Even if it is just an entry level position. It would be so delightfully exciting; a chance to reinvent myself! A new, bolder, braver, more cunning Lilith Clawthorne! [laughs proudly]
And after you wrote of King developing a new special power, I want to throw myself into the museum archive to seek any more information I can find about the mysterious island Eda found him on. Maybe... maybe I should reach out to my old colleague, Flora D'splora. [Chuckles] She's quite a character: traveled far and wide doing very important, and frightfully exciting, historical feats. But how would she even remember little old me?
But now, to the juiciest part of our correspondence... the "goss" corner, if you will [chuckles]. Attention, Edalyn Clawthorne, or anyone else this letter is not intended for! This letter has been hexed! Anyone tres-parsing through its contents risks life, limb, and liability, and I shall not be held responsible for any bad luck that comes your way! [Clears throat] Now... Oh my heart is full, full, after hearing that Luz and Amity finally managed to reveal their feelings to each other! [Sighs] If only it were that simple as an adult.
Someone, well, bought me a bouquet of spiders the other day. My mother was interested, she just wants to see me happy, and my coworkers were interested, especially after I turned down their offer to create my Incinerdate profile, but I... am not so interested. I don't think I ever have been. Hmm, I have much to think about. So, I let her down as best I could. The bouquet was lovely though, very delicious. Mmh. Anyways, I must sign off. My mother says she's received another bouquet for me, this time filled with rat eyes, and I must prepare to let down yet another suitor. B-but I will keep the eyes, of course. I've included some for you to share with Luz. I know she just loves trying out new Boiling Isles foods, that crazy human.
Write soon. All my love, Lulu.
P.S. I've enclosed a lock of my hair per your request. Do you have any idea how many more you're going to ask for? I'm happy to oblige, of course, but there are a few bare patches on my scalp now, and... it's becoming difficult to conceal them.
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