Spock is surprised to receive a letter. The address on the message makes him frown for a moment, before he remembers - his pen-pal, from when he was a kid...
The scrawl is a little neater, he notes, comparing this new missive with some older ones he's kept neatly in his desk-drawer. It had been years since he'd heard from the other boy, but Spock feels a frisson of excitement as he sat down - the moons outside bright and heavy in the late night - and penned a reply.
Sending it off, the half-Vulcan thirteen year old hopes for a reply soon. He doesn't know what caused the sudden new message - his pen pal has never been much for details - but he's (happy) eager for it to continue.
I do realize I haven't posted anything for this story in a dog's age, so - here you go!