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Dear Winter,
this house is starting to feel like a home. Though I suppose I should look for a place elsewhere just incase we overstay our welcome.
life has been interesting to say the least, it's amazing what a toddler and a woman who should, for all intents and purposes, still be considered a toddler, can do in under a hour. The messes they cause are the stuff of my nightmares. Just the other night Miss Katt convinced me that making s'mores for dessert would be a good idea. If Ersta would only paint on a blank canvas with paint instead of on herself with her food she would be considered the master of abstract art.
Despite the mess and headaches, I have come to rely on Mister Flynt and Miss Katt. Especially since the White Fang has, ironically, made the world even less tolerant of Faunus. Miss Belladonna has much work ahead of her as the new head of the organisation.
I hope beyond hope that my daughter will never be treated like those Faunus on the news. If I were to be honest if my little bean didn't exist I wouldn't care about them. But I am forced to Imagine my daughter in their shoes and it makes my blood boil. I once told our sister that I found huntsmen barbaric, but it's become apparent that they aren't the barbaric ones. I am glad I can count on Mister Flynt and Miss Katt to keep Ersta safe.
I hope for her to learn how to protect herself as well as the proper etiquette and intelligence required to fit into high society… as well as home ec. Then she'll appreciate how hard it is to keep this house clean and stop making such messes. Miss Katt has no excuse.
I wish to see you as soon as your free for a few days. I'm sure you'll love to meet your niece. I also wish to discuss some things with you face to face.
With a headache, and marker on my forehead, Whitley Schnee.
xoxoxo
P.s.: keep our visit as secret as possible. I have managed to keep Ersta away from the eye of the media so far, I don't want news of her existence to come out if I can help it. For her sake.