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Emily let out a sigh and leaned on her elbow as she watched Umbra begin dry heaving again. While this was far from pleasant, Emily was grateful that he had stabilized. His eyes were now blood red and his feather-fur a hideous neon green, with massive patches of matted fur. He was also back in control of himself and no longer tried to bite Emily whenever she came close.
Umbra finished heaving and Emily swapped the full bowl of vomit for an empty one. She then stood up and walked over to the bathroom and dumped the bowl in the shower.
Worn out, she watched the slurry of wikket stomach acid work its way down the drain. A tear dropped onto the sluggish ooze and raced on down the drain. Emily sighed and tried the shower knob again. It turned fine, but the water that came out of the showerhead was nowhere near clean and had the same consistency as Umbra’s vomit.
I’m ready to be done with this now.
Infection I found these buried in the back of your closet and just had to send them to you. I remember when you would run about the neighborhood wearing these. Scared some of the neighbors senseless!
You’ve grown so much Emily, and I’m very proud of you. You may not wear these anymore, and you may have stopped being so standoff-ish, but I’ll always think of you as my little fighting rebel.
With great love,
P.S. You should wear them on your next visit to the elflands just to spook your grandfather.
Emily smiled and set the letter down before opening the accompanying package. The cardboard box was about 3 and half feet long and 2 feet wide with about two feet of depth to it. The flaps on the top of the box were taped down liberally and took several minutes to free.
“Honestly Gran,” Emily muttered as she reached for her pocket knife. &
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