I am officially jealous.
Miss Nefthys is getting all the interesting mail in our box these days, from her many fine pen pals, while I'm stuck with cellular communication device bills.
Jealousy clashes with all of my nicest outfits. The only solution is to commandeer a letter-writing personage of my own.
To that end:
I'm a twenty-five year old female with an art degree in ceramics and a boring day job. (You would think that getting dressed up at a historical park would be more interesting, but I'm stuck at the retail end of things, which is boring in any century.) I live in Alberta, Canada, and don't mind writing to far-off places so long as those places aren't too critical of my handwriting. My hobbies are all of the usual things: art, reading, fantasy, writing, science fiction, Dungeons and Dragons, computer games, recreational lying, magic, dressing up, dressing the cats up, wandering the internet, etc.
My persona lives in the crow's nest of Miss Nefthys' air ship, the Odonata, where one can drink a lot of tea and keep a look-out for undesirables.
