#lastofcraft

dearest binx,

i’ve fucked it up again, haven’t i?

i know i have spoken to you, very briefly, about my upbringing. and i appreciate the kindness that you have shown me, that you have allowed me to ramble on and on as i do quite often. too often. that is to say, you have this air around you... which is funny, because i am... no, no, that’s terrible.  what i am trying to say is that i feel that i can share these things about myself and i know that you will listen, which is something i am not used to.

all that to say that i met with my mother today, the queen of air and darkness, and it was quite possibly the most terrifying thing i have ever done. but i did it. i... confronted her in a manner that i usually do not have the strength, i in fact did have to cast heroism on myself but that is besides the point, but i feel invigorated. now, more than ever, i am emboldened to make things right to take place place within the unseelie court. i have learned that my sister, suntar, is working on her own accord and not that of the unseelie court which is equal parts reassuring and frightening, but...

i don’t know. i don’t know exactly what the point of this letter is.

i suppose i wanted to share that... with you, obviously. and thank you. i have a lot to think about, these days. this certainly has been a crazy bloom and i can only imagine what is in store for us next.

if you should need me for anything at all... i am here.

“   what are you smiling at?   ”     asks a curious @lastofcraft,  watching as the lady’s crimson eyes stare at her familiars.     an unknowing smile on the countess's face.

he is but a humble bugbear in the presence of a survivor and a savior to a court that puts all other courts to shame ( no offense to the unseelie court ) and for the briefest of moments, he is overwhelmed with gratitude. his eyes begin to well with tears and he thinks to himself he is not worthy, however, he knows better than to vocalize this. if not for his pride, than for binx choppley’s honor that he holds dear. although hob resembles much of the captain that he was, his head bowing, there is a soft smile that graces his lips as his head lifts to meet her eyes once more.

dearest rue,

a little birdie has informed me that the waters of the sea foam court are absolutely boiling about the spectacle you pulled at the hedge maze event—  the sudden reveal of the member of the court of craft, @lastofcraft, alongside you,  rue,  member of the court of wonder.     it is such an impressive feat to convince,  it deserves to be heard.     however,  as astounding as it is,  it peaks my interest in how one would rope in such as mysterious and scarce court.     as a matter of fact,  i do not recall,  and i have an exceptional memory,  the individual being present day one of the bloom.     a late arrival to a grandeur event such as this should not be taken so lightly.     it makes my rapidly beating heart break at the thought of your sudden leniency but alas,  i understand—  it is not every day you find missing things and you,  of course,  are the master of ceremonies.     you are expected to make such elaborate plans.

once again,  i commend the unexpectedness that is to come with this last bloom and i cannot wait for what other surprises you have waiting up your fashionable feathers.