*NEW MAIL*

To my illustrious Academy scholar

I found the small wooden horse you used to drag everywhere today. Remember? You called her "Mustang" and insisted she needed her own chair at dinner. Demetria pretended to be annoyed but carved her a tiny plate out of olive wood. It was still in the drawer in her desk.
Your sire mother has also instructed me to tell you to come back home and join us for a meal this weekend, and I can't help but agree. The table feels wrong with just two places set.

I'll even set a plate for Mustang.

Love,
Lara