How are Kal’theraa and Rond’theron doing? Did they get any mail?
Rond'theron bounded into Kal'theraa’s house, his tiny arms full of mail. “Here Mama Katie, I got this for you!” he exclaimed.
Kal'theraa sat on the couch reading a book, with a large Tauren druid, shapeshifted into his cat form, draped across her lap. “Oh, thank you, my little mailman,” she responded in her usual gentle tone, smiling brightly at the boy. The druid opened his eyes and purred in greeting as Rond'theron popped up to sit on the couch.
As the half-elf took the mail, she happened to notice one in particular that wasn’t addressed to herself. “Oh, Theron, looks like this one’s for you.”
Rond'theron gasped and clapped eagerly. “Read it please!” he squealed - he was advanced enough that he could probably read it himself, but it would be slow, and the boy still enjoyed when others read to him.
The letter was from Zimina, and the little half-Draenei boy listened with rapt attention as it was read to him. “Look, there’s a painting here for you too,” Kal'theraa added afterwards, handing the little watercolor to him.
Rond'theron’s eyes lit up, as though he’d received a gift from A'dal himself, as he looked it over. “Pretty…” he murmured. “Thank you, Mama Katie!” He popped up again and gave the half-elf and the Tauren big hugs, then trotted out of the house. He headed back to his fathers’ home with the painting, leaving the letter with Kal'theraa.
“… well, now I know where to send her mail,” she mumbled once the door shut. “Would you mind terribly if I wrote her back sometime, dear?”
The large cat pulled his head up from her lap and nudged her cheek. “Of course I mind,” he rumbled. “I want you to have friends!”
