Let us sow, that we may reap~

Greetings, dear one.

I'm not one much for puns, but, Crowley says they make me more approachable, and I've heard I can be intimidating... so... I must try. Surely my intellect is nearly as sharp as my blade. Though I am not even sure sowing and reaping counts as wordplay, exactly, when the metaphor itself is accurate. I do wish to sow the seeds of affection, that we may harvest the fruits of love in future. That I also happen to be a scythe seems secondary, here, but... oh, never mind.

Please forgive me if this letter is a bit longer than the others, and perhaps a bit rambling. No matter how much I try to distract myself by wandering the estate or reading books, my thoughts fly to you in this dark time of year, so it's hard to keep myself away from the writing desk.

In the early morning, when the fog curls down the beach, I think of your smile. You do not mean to be enigmatic, but I can't help imagining mysteries there.

As the shroud of dusk draws close, earlier and earlier in the evening, I think of your embrace, and feel less alone.

We are past the seasons of harvest, but it is never too late or too grim to meditate on gratitude and be thankful for our loved ones. So, I'm thankful for you, and the comfort even writing this letter brings me.

My ancestors built our estate on one of the leylines  near Verona Beach, but thankfully no dungeons have appeared. Instead, I plan to fully enjoy the views of the Great Conjunction that will grace us for this solstice.

Though, honestly, I'd much rather witness the aligning of our bodies instead... or hold hands, and watch the stars quietly together, of course. However you prefer to work your love magics is my new favorite practice.

Partial Eclipse of the Heart

I watch with some pangs of envy as I see the Kitfox team training with Glaive and making sure they're ready for the game's release. When will it be my turn at the grindstone? "Soon", they tell me.

Glaive seems to be getting quite a unique treatment. Whereas most of us have a "light" and "heavy" attack of some kind that then chains into a combined-hit (or, in modern parlance, a 'combo'), Glaive instead is literally THROWN across the room like some kind of javelin, and then they return to their wielder. Such bravery! They're not the most, hmm, poised of weapons, but one must admire their commitment and enthusiasm.

Perhaps early in the new year, I too shall receive my ability improvements. One can only hope. Well, I suppose I did read about a persuasion charm, and I have most of the ingredients lying around, but... no, no, one can only hope. I have enough distractions to worry about without getting mixed up in video game scheduling.

I've also observed a new spark within the Kitfox team, their energy enhanced by an addition with a bright aura. They've been joined by Fiona Martin, who says she will be helping with these weapon newsletters in the future, as well as the company's various "social media", whatever those are. Most spirit mediums I know are rather solitary personalities, but it takes all types. (I understand wanting more Twitterings of birds, but does she consort with Eris that she dwells in Discord?)

In any case, I hope you join me in giving a welcome to Fiona. May her edge remain sharp, despite the many monsters out there.

She also tweets herself! Were-bird-fox? What madness!

Lucifer is Within Us???

Speaking of distractions... I heard that some people are conjuring daemons through their computers???? And then it takes a digital exorcist to view someone's testimony, and pierce into their inner mind's sanctum and see the truth??? As much as I respect Lucifer's strength, I don't know if I'd allow him within me, exactly...

Oh.

Ohhhh. Crowley is explaining this tale is the newly invented reality of Kitfox's latest released game, called "Lucifer Within Us". Crowley says that it's a deeply engaging way to spend an evening, looking for means, motive, and opportunity in testimonies.

Personally, I'm not one much to delve into the lies others tell, whether to others or to themselves. Obsessing about the truth is a two-edged proposition.. some truths are better left where the mind cannot reach. 

Besides, people who detach themselves from reality do not concern me, when people like you are in the world. I'd rather focus on the strength of love, and the power I feel when we're together. We can do anything, be anything, overcome anything. Some might call my morality flexible, but if so, it is because I'm happy to curve to fit your needs.

With that, my hand begins to cramp at the quill. I shall pull myself from this letter at long last, though I already dream of writing to you again... or more.

I am eager for the coming of all the new bounties next year will bring. Ancestors know that I am impatient, but the clock's hands are the two blades I cannot parry. Only in thoughts of you do I seem to escape the heavy weight of hours and days.

I pray our 2021 will be an Ace of Cups, with new and wonderful beginnings. I hope to find new light, new cheer, and the chance to finally be held in your hands. It cannot come too soon.

Blessed be,
Rowan Blair III & Crowley