I live in the electronic age. Or I did. Texts, emails, video chat. I've know from books and movies and from my grandparents reminiscing that letters used to mean something. Getting one was a huge deal.
Now, I feel an eager anticipation I never felt from an email or text. There is just something tactile about paper. I wish I could read the letter. I can read a bit, surprisingly. I still have my beast eyes and brain, but my human senses somehow came with me, including my ability to read. Of course, I can read the System messages because that's how the game works.
[Blaze Reading Skill Increased.]
Kaline sits down with us gathered around her, and I read along. Demos and Gussie squint, because they don't know how to read. Maybe I can teach them. But would that be weird?
Clearing her throat, Kaline begins.
"Dear Young Miss,
