A Bunch of Letters Again
14th Day of Running, Year 7
I am writing to you for I have seen your advertisement on the Neopian Noticeboard.
I am an archaeologist working mostly in digs in the Lost Desert. Commuting from
Neopia Central to the Lost Desert and back every day has proven to be a hassle
which is why I am highly interested in purchasing 14234 Sphinx Road. Not only
is it accessible to my workplace but it also has wonderful features that I do
not want to miss out on.
Please contact me immediately. I am sure we can
arrange something that will benefit us both.
Thank you for your time.
20th Day of Running, Year 7
Ms. Sarah Q.,
I am sorry to inform you that the Neohome you
want to purchase is no longer for sale. In fact, it never has been. I suggest
you look into having your own Neohome built in the Lost Desert instead of wasting
your time trying to buy one that already belongs to someone else. Besides being
needlessly rude, this will also get you in trouble with TNT.
I own the house on 14234 Sphinx Road. It is my
home and it will remain that way for eternity.
So, back off, you!
Isis, the real owner of 14234 Sphinx Road
20th Day of Running, Year 7
I can't believe it! I really can't. I was furious
the first time I found out and when I confronted Lady Re, I couldn't help but
cry. She hurt me, Yannagiba. She hurt me a lot. How could she even think- no,
wait... that's exactly it... she didn't think. I'm sorry, my dear friend, but
I'm going to rant (and, this is going to be pretty long).
It all began when Lady Re finally finished her book about life here on Terror
Mountain. She called it, "Winter Solstice". She gave me the manuscript to proofread
and I must say, it's not half bad. She managed to incorporate all the research
(loads of research which doesn't surprise me at all considering we've been here
for almost a year now) she did into her novel's plotline. It's very informative
but at the same time, it draws you in with its powerful characters. I told her
that this was its edge over other books of the same subject. Anyway, she headed
for Neopia Central not long after that, final copy of the manuscript in hand.
She said she was taking it to the publisher. And, silly me, I believed her.
I was very happy for her but I cannot hide the
truth. I was happy for myself. After all, now that she's finished the book,
there's really no reason for us to stay here on Terror Mountain. Now, I thought,
we can go back to our home in the Lost Desert.
Well, guess what the traitor did upon getting there? Okay, so she did get her
book published (I'm sure you've heard of it by now, what with all the raving
reviews critics have been giving it) but she did something else for which I
will never forgive her. She put up an advertisement on the Neopian Noticeboard.
And guess what it said? Go on. Guess. Neohome for Sale. Oh, it would have made
me glad if she were selling this stupid igloo but no, she put my home
in the Lost Desert for sale!
And, do you want to know how I found out? No,
I didn't follow her to Neopia Central that day (although now, I wish I had).
I was browsing through the mail a few days after her little trip and I found
a letter addressed to her from some random Blumaroo in Neopia Central. So, it
was wrong of me to open the letter and read it without asking her permission
but after I read its contents, I really didn't care.
She betrayed me, Yannagiba. She could have at least consulted me before going
ahead and putting my Neohome for sale. I am her pet, for Neopia's sake;
shouldn't I have a say in decisions that could affect me afterwards?
When I confronted her, she wasn't even the least
bit nervous or upset. She sounded so irritatingly calm when she told me that
the publisher was so impressed with her work that she was asked to write a sequel.
So, she had decided that we would stay on Terror Mountain permanently.
"Besides, I was already planning on selling that
house because we're so happy here. Icy isn't used to the harsh weather down
there, anyway. Don't you want what's best for your baby sister?" she implored,
looking at me with pleading eyes.
"And, what about me? Don't I count?" I shot back.
"I thought you loved it here. You're a Snow Aisha.
You have a lot of friends. What's the matter?"
"Just because it seems like I'm enjoying myself
here, it doesn't mean I want to live here! I belong in the Lost Desert!"
Then, I stalked off, tears in my eyes.
I'm angry, really angry but most of all, I'm
sad. Lady Re and I were getting along so well and then she goes and does this.
I am so disappointed.
Again, I'm sorry for ranting. I just... needed
to let it all out. I'll probably feel better tomorrow. How are things going
at your end?
30th Day of Running, Year 7
We all have the tendency to assume sometimes.
Just the other day, I tried to feed Currant (did I ever tell you that that was
what I finally decided to name the Zomutt you gave me?) a Lemon Sprinkle Doughnut
because he ate three of them yesterday. He sniffed at it then totally ignored
me. So much for my assuming that he loved those things. That was a pretty weird
metaphor, wasn't it? But I think it explains a lot.
Your owner assumed that since you seemed to be
enjoying life up there, you wouldn't object to living there permanently. You
can argue that she should have consulted you first but perhaps, she was caught
in the moment. After all, the publisher had just praised her very first novel
and asked her to write a sequel. That doesn't happen to the common writer
(much less, the common Neopian).
Perhaps you could talk to her again when you're
feeling calmer. I'm sure if you both listen to each other, you'll be able to
work things out. Hang in there, Isis. I know how important the Lost Desert is
to you. With a little work, you could make your owner realize that it's important
to her, too.
As for me, I've decided that I want to be a Neopian
Times writer now. Okay, this is going to sound a little silly. I haven't told
you about my owner's job before, haven't I? Well, Belle's a Times author. She
only submits stuff sporadically (and some of her work's been rejected) but she's
been published enough to be "known" in our little neighborhood. Some of our
neighbors have even given her small presents before because they really enjoyed
her work (although there was this one random who sent her a pile of dung...
which I put to good use, of course).
You know me. I, ah, like attention (and don't go saying I get enough attention
being a Krawk. I want to be known not for my species but because of who I am,
what I do... which is so hard to do. For me, at least). So I decided to write
something for the Neopian Times myself. Ehm. Now I sound like a self-centered
jerk, but believe me, Isis, I'm not doing this just for the attention.
Lately, I've realized that I'm... well, getting
older. Yet, I don't feel like my life's getting anywhere. Chi's gardening skills
have given the family both NPs and food. Even my vain Aisha sister, Ashi, is
doing something to help Neopia. Giving pets makeovers isn't really what I'd
call helpful but she does boost their confidence so I guess she's doing something
right. Yuki's too young to think about these things. And me? Let's see here...
I'm mentally searching my head for something remarkable I've done. Hmm... nope,
Don't mind me. I tend to get philosophical lately.
I'll probably get tired of thinking of what to write soon enough. Short attention
span and all...
Reply soon. If I could give you a hug right now, I would, but my arms can't
really reach that far. This letter will, though, and I hope it makes you feel
5th Day of Eating, Year 7
About your writing career: good luck! If it's
what you really want to do, then go for it. I'll be right here waiting
for your very first Neopian Times publication. If you ask me, you don't have
to prove anything to anyone. Then again, we all have dreams of being great (or
at least, being likeable and useful). You're remarkable just the way you are.
You've put up with me for this long, haven't you? I call that an accomplishment.
Back to my dilemma. I've made my decision. I
know you've got nothing but good intentions in mind but I'm afraid I won't be
following your advice. Not today. You don't know Lady Re the way I do. She's
as stubborn as rock candy when she thinks she's right (keyword: "thinks"). I've
decided to take things into my own paws. I'm going back to the Lost Desert to
live there for a while. I don't belong in this ice-cold place that accepted
me only when I shed my Lost Desert Aisha self and became a Snow pet like everyone
else. I just think I need some time alone. I'm going to miss my baby sister
Icy but she can come over to visit me any time she wants to.
I just used the Desert Paintbrush you gave me
last Christmas. I intended to keep it with me for a while more but I couldn't
take being a Snow Aisha for a second longer.
Don't forget to address your letter to 14234
Sphinx Road, Lost Desert. I'll be there waiting for your letter in anticipation.
5th Day of Eating, Year 7
Dear Lady Re,
I'm leaving. I'm not sure when (or if) I'm coming back. I just... really need
some time to think alone right now. Don't worry about me. I've got some NP stored.
And, you know where to find me, just in case, you know... you want to check
up on me.
17th Day of Eating, Year 7
I'm not going to say anything except holler if
you need me. I'll ride the nearest caravan to the Lost Desert if you do...
Oh, all right. I have to say something.
Seriously, you and your owner need to talk. I bet Lady Re's worried sick right
now. In fact, I bet she's already there at the Lost Desert forcing the door
to your Neohome open as I write. Okay, I'm exaggerating. Or not. But if she
really does go there, you would know she cares and that isn't such a bad thing,
Hang in there, Isis. I trust your decision. You're one of the most responsible
pets I know. If anyone can live independently, it's you. If you happen to need
spare furniture or anything like that, though, I'd happily send some stuff over
to you. And plushies. You've got to have plushies. I'm sure I could steal, er,
persuade my sister to part with one from her precious plushie collection.
Sadly, I'm not making any progress writing-wise.
I mean, I know I want to write something but I can't quite put a paw on what.
There are just so many topics to choose from. How do writers do it? I haven't
even started the actual writing process yet and I'm already stuck! Maybe I should
just give it up already.
But I don't want to be a quitter.
20th Day of Eating, Year 7
I've forgotten how hot it is here in the desert.
How I've missed it so much! The warmth of the desert sand under my paws brings
me boundless joy. Yet at times, I find myself looking out the window and thinking
of snow. How weird.
As soon as I stepped into the Neohome, I forgot
all about my problems with my owner. It just felt good to be on familiar ground
once again. You don't even need to send me any furniture, my friend. Mort (my
Moehog friend, if you remember) has already given me some cheap furniture including
a nice bed and a Faerie Kitchen Oven. The first thing I did after setting up
was spend two hours just lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling and enjoying
the sunlight emanating from my bedroom window.
Afterwards, I visited Mort to catch up on the
news. I ended up spending the day with him, laughing and talking about new books
we've both read. It reminded me of the last time we were together... that time
on Terror Mountain. Perhaps I could visit you for a while some time soon? Could
I? It's been a while since I last talked to you face to face.
I left Lady Re a letter before I went away. She
hasn't come over to fetch me or even just to check up on me. I guess this means
she understands my need for some alone time (technically, I'm not alone, though,
because I took Horus the Anubis with me). I don't know why I'm disappointed
but I am.
All right. I'm lying. I miss Lady Re. I miss
her impracticality, her stubbornness, and her workaholic attitude. I miss arguing
with her, talking with her about the most pointless things... laughing with
her. I've realized something, Yannagiba. Back when we lived here in the Lost
Desert, our relationship was very superficial. We seldom fought then but we
hardly ever talked either. She was mostly too busy with the stock market, earning
NPs that I thought I didn't need. When we moved to Terror Mountain, though,
she started loosening up. I began seeing her in a different light. I never knew
she could be so passionate about something (that is, writing). I never realized
how much she gave up just to provide me with everything I needed. I never knew
how much she cared.
And now I do. I want to go back to Terror Mountain
and be with my family. I want to tell Lady Re I'm sorry and that I love her.
But something's getting in the way: my pride. I just can't do it. I can't go
Enough about me. I've been rambling long enough.
I have no idea what you could write about for the Times but perhaps you could
choose a topic that's close to home. I'd probably do an article on taking care
of Petpets or a nifty guide to the Lost Desert. It would be easier to write
about what you know, right? Also, writing calls for patience so don't rush yourself
(not that I would know but Lady Re is an author now, after all). If you can't
write anything today, try again tomorrow. Or, at least, try to write one paragraph
a day even if you think what you're writing isn't making any sense (like my
letters). Besides, Belle's an author, so why don't you ask for her advice? I'm
sure she'd be glad (and flattered) to help.
Before I end this letter, I would just like to
thank you for trusting me and always being there to support me. You mean a lot
to me. I hope I've shown you that.
25th Day of Eating, Year 7
You're welcome to come visit anytime! Ashi has
a bunch of new plushies she wants to show you (you're still the only
pet who had the patience to view her entire plushie collection) and Chi just
finished a new recipe that he says is guaranteed to make you want to stay here
with us until the day Sloth takes over Neopia (his own words, I might say).
We're all getting excited around here so please... do visit.
As for Lady Re, I'm glad you told me how you
feel. I'm sure that even though she hasn't come there yet, she's thinking about
you and worrying about you this very minute. Our owners do care about us even
though at times, it may seem like they're ruining our lives (heck, I should
know but that's a story I'll tell some other time).
My advice? Forget about your pride and go back.
You did say you were going away for some alone time, right? Well, I'd tell my
owner I've had enough to last me a whole lifetime. Or something like that. Lady
Re could do one of several options:
a. Break down and cry, then hug you, asking you why you ever decided to leave,
b. Pretend nothing happened and ask how things
are going back at the desert.
c. Scold you and ground you for a year.
Or, you could head her off and tell her everything
you want to say... everything you've been keeping inside your chest for the
longest time. And, if your luck holds, she'd do the same thing, too. In the
end, you'd both emerge from the experience with a relationship that's stronger
than before. After that, you and your owner (and don't forget Icy!) could go
outside and throw snowballs at each other provided, of course, that you don't
freeze in the cold being a thin-skinned Desert Aisha (just joking, Isis).
Thanks for your writing advice. I feel like I can write a novel right now.
(Heehee... maybe I'll move to Terror Mountain -- ehm, just joking, Isis! Really!)
I've decided to write a short story. I'm going to ask Belle to proofread it
after I'm done, but right now, I want you to hear about my plot. It's about
the adventures of a lonely Desert Aisha who wakes up one day and realizes how
special she is and how much others actually love her. Heh. That's as far as
I got. Personally, I think it's a perfect plot with a perfect protagonist. I'm
welcome to criticism, though. Just... don't be too hard on me, okay?
And now, I'm off to eat some Seaweed Pie! Yum!
I love you, too.
Author's Note: This short story is the fourth in a series of stories that
tell the tale of Yannagiba and Isis. You can read "Just a Bunch of Letters"
"Just Another Bunch of Letters" here,
and "Yet Another Bunch of Letters" here.