To Citlali,
I hope you've had yourself a wonderful birthday.
While I'm sure celebrations of this day have probably grown old and unremarkable to you by now, I nevertheless hope that you remember to cherish those around you and the time you spend with them. I don't know about you, but to me it's always been the beauty of the world around us and the wonderful people inhabiting it that made it worth saving and preserving, no matter the lengths I had to go to in order to achieve that.
So why not take a little stroll around the Masters of the Night-Wind today? I'm on patrol here, so you have a good chance of running into me, and we can go out for some drinks together. My treat, of course.
Sincerely,
Mavuika
"If people keep littering on my door step, I might have to take matters into my own hands. I won't spare anyone, not even Mauvika herself."
Almost like a summoning ritual, a neatly presented letter lied amongst the trash. Gently sweeping away the trash above it, she lifts the letter carefully, almost religiously opening it.
Slowly reading it, her eyes begin to water, ever so slightly. She goes back inside, placing the letter in a small lock box hidden on her shelf, along with many previous years of letters and sentiments.
" 'Grown old' huh? That Mauvika has grown cocky with her position. Is that meant to be a slight at me? If she thinks she can get away with that she has another thing coming. I need to give her a piece of my mind."
Storming off into the Master's of the Night-Wind, one can't help but notice a slight smile form on her lips.


















