“HAH! Is that a FACT? Of course, I’d have no reason to doubt my best friend knows just who I’d get along with, but THAT’S a hoot! Necromancy? In this era, in this century? Most practitioners ended up kicking the bucket in some way. Sometimes thanks to yours truly!”
The Snatcher twiddled his claws in, for once, genuine curiosity. Either she REALLY trusts this one to be able to stand up to him, OR, she REALLY hates his guts.
“I can’t read whatever drivel this is–could be a list of FRUITS for all I know–but to think you still have contact… Well! The existence of other magicians unafraid of what goes bump in the night is FUN. So! When are we picking him up? Can we stop by the Radio Shack? I don’t know what it is, but it SOUNDS FUN.”
SHE’S JUST GOING to go ahead and let the ghost have his laugh uninterrupted. She’s in far too good of a mood for his jeering to dent at the moment... in fact, she hasn’t been in any particularly good mood in a long time, now that she thinks of it.
Though, it isn’t exactly a mystery why that was.
Either way, at The Snatcher’s question, the little girl sighs wistfully.
❝If I had the fuel for that kind of trip, I might’ve acted on that already. Maybe someday I’ll take you up on those... ‘Radio Shack’ included, obviously.❞
She pauses in thought, half about the supposed shack full of devices and half on the topic at hand.
❝... Course, I guess that’s not to say you can’t meet him without a trip across space. He knows his way around the undead way better than I do, and this letter is all about his attempts at summoning. You think he could call you all the way to another planet? I mean, he says he already summoned a ton of these guys from who-knows-where!❞
To accent her point, she taps a finger to the small, squid like creature in the picture.
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