Dear Gregor,
(Luxa is writing this for me. My writing is not so good yet. And I want you to be able to read this.)
I love the picture you gave me of Thalia and me. It is one of my most precious possessions, just like the picture of Luxa and you is hers.
Why do you not say her name? I am confused about that.
I have much fun with the round animal toy you gave me. The other pups listen avidly to how animals in the Overland sound. Nobody but me has anything like it. They always ask why there are no rats or bats or spinners on my wheel. I have to tell them I do not know why. Do you?
I miss Thalia. And Father. And Frill. I sometimes cry myself to sleep. I sometimes cry just to cry. Luxa tries to make me feel better. Ripred says leave me alone and let me cry. I like him. Most people do not.
I am not sure if Luxa likes Ripred. They fight a lot. Fight with words, not swords.
You helped a lot with the nibbler pups. I do not forget this.
I thought of a good Thalia joke! But I cannot remember it right now. Luxa says maybe next time.
It is dinner time.
Hazard
(This is Luxa. Hazard has more headaches now than he did before his head injury. He is often fatigued. Does the Overland have a reason for this? I am much worried about him.)
