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“Oh goodness yes, wild and fun times indeed!” You horrible b***h. Psykgi would love to see her try to strangle her moirail again. Key word being, of course, try. More likely, of course, that she would end up broken and battered again, maybe even dead,  and Psy and Leeroi would be there to make it happen. Or, even, just laugh. Delightful thoughts indeed!

Psykgi easily picked up on the darker notes in Eridia’s voice, and her pumpbiscuit pounded feverishly with excitement. This was it, was it, then! The culmination of their little game! This was what they had been playing towards all along. “No, we’re not wigglers anymore playing at war.” Psykgi said, grinning sharply, revealing a great deal of her tusks in the process. She tensed, eyes blazing, even as she feigned an air of relaxation. If battle was where this was leading, a fight to the death, then she’d do it. If Eridia thought she could kill her easily, then the lavender blood had another thing coming - she was, after all, in Psy’s hive, surrounded by her lusus (who was not happy at the clear display of threat and quite ready to strike) and… well… Psy hadn’t survived this long with her caste and /personality traits/ without being able to defend herself. “And just what” she said smoothly, as she watched (idly or eagerly, it was hard to tell) Eridia go through her bag, “Do I owe you?”

An envelope was not what she was expecting. A little off guard, she took the letter from Eridia, observing its front and back curiously. “What’s this?” she asked, tracing the opening of the envelope carefully. She frowned, puzzled, at Eridia’s reply. Had she… received anything? No? Yes? Psy couldn’t remember. If she had, she might have tossed it out without reading it. Or it had gotten lost in the mail. “No, I don’t beliiieve I did…” she said, intrigued, “You wrote me?” she opened the seal carefully - it was not something she saw every day, after all, and she didn’t want to ruin such a perfect memento of this bizarre visit. “How very considerate of you to think of me at such a trying time!” she said, the sarcasm returning as she found her balance again. It was very unlikely that she would have gotten communications of any sort from Eridia at that time - Azrael would have made a note of it, at least. This was all a part of the game… and a very good move on Eridia’s part. What would this move - and it’s next stage - reveal about that unpleasant little depths of Eridia’s mind? What would come next? What, in other words, was the point?

Inquiring minds wanted to know.

Psykgi blinked as the letter was snatched from her hands. Other… trolls? But it had such an obvious Tsifer-related seal? What was Eridia playing at, even? She would admit, freely, to feeling a little disgruntled, especially when Eridia took her tea and drank it. What in Alternia was she up to? What was her plan because damn it, she had one. And Psykgi had to know. She had to know she…

…

What the?

“A what.” An… apology note. From Psykgi to Eridia. That Psy had clearly not written. This was new. This was outright bizarre. What sort of insecurities and deviant mental states would produce… this?

Psy stared at her, stunned, for a few seconds. “Why don’t you…” she stifled her incredulous laughter, “Refresh my memory?”

Psy would say that Eridia should feel ashamed, but if she was being perfectly honest, Eridia had done nothing that a highblood should be ashamed of. She’d just been incredibly, incredibly... horrible. intellectuality??? “Well, gosh! I guess we’re going to fix that right now, aren’t we? I do have a distinctive tone, don’t I?” she said cheerfully, “Let me take a look…?” not that it wasn’t ‘her’ letter, anyway. She held out a hand for the letter again,

She had an idea.

And, of course, Eridia was going to recite it for her. Psykgi gamely followed along as the purpleblood read. She fought to keep her face placidly pleasant, even as she wanted to burst forth into laughter - honestly, she was surprised she she wasn’t somehow shattering from the force of her mirth (haha, mirth). Between the ridiculously flowery language, Eridia’s overblown (and overacted) manner of reciting, and the almost attempt to mimic Psykgi’s peppy manner of speaking, it was definitely… something. “It certainly is a work of… art.” or… something she agreed, nodding, managing (with a sense of gleeful victory) to keep a straight face. She folded the letter up and feigned contemplation. “Actually, it’s quite good but, do you know, I think it would be soooo much better if I actually wrote it - mind if I go do that now?” she asked, grinning.

“Excuse me.” She left Eridia with the teaset (and the many watchful eyes of Ma’am) and went up to her second floor loft. She got out her own pen, stationary, and envelope, and - with Eridia’s letter open as a template, began to compose her own version. She wrote carefully and neatly, looking over her letter before she signed it, doodled a smiling troll face in the corner (hers, of course,) folded it, slipped it in the envelope, and glued it shut. She wrote Eridia’s name in her best /slightly messy, oops/ cursive on the front and fanned the envelope in the air to help it dry.

“Here you go!” she said, later, returning to the table and handing Eridia the letter, “Oh gosh, don’t open it now!” she admonished quickly, before Eridia could make a move, “Letters are supposed to be read in one’s own hive?” She poured herself another mug of tea, glancing at Ma’am - the swarm wasn’t fussing at her, so it was probably not poisoned or tampered with, beyond Eridia’s saliva. With a lusus like hers, Psykgi could tolerate a little grossness in her food. She took a sip of tea and smiled, eyes bright and mischevious. “Right?”