On the mun finally bringing a little deer out.

[fawnlit]

My writer, my beloved companion—

I have not a complaint! I only wish to express how very pleased I am to finally be stretching my figurative wings.

Though I have dearly enjoyed your company alone for all of these years, I have grown so curious to explore the world beyond your writing snippets and dreaming days. And you have allowed me to do so now!

I should be blessed to meet new people. Please do not be nervous. A delicate creature I am, but you and I both know tenderness is not an unsatisfactory trait. I shall extend my hands and make sure to treat those I encounter with the same kindness you have shown me.