"Dear, Dilandau AlbatouI am Summer.
You are Winter.
Neighther of us is very loved, simply tolerated.
My anger comes in the form of annoying heat and secret scratches. But I do this only to be noticed.
Your anger comes from only small problems. The winds change, you make a blizzard, the clouds gather and you create ice. But you only do this because you're annoyed.
We've never really met, because you're intercepted by Spring, and I follow Autumn. But, we do sense each other.
The feeling isn't bad, but it is rather strange to think about someone you've never really met.
Though I do hope to meet you someday.
Not today, and not soon, but someday.
Maybe…" -Merle
" P.S.-I have the pink hair and a tail. Stripes too."