Dearest Agrias,

You feel you must reveal to the world that I am not, in fact, the
cold-hearted bitch that I have tried to portray to those outside my
closest organisations. Fine, blow my cover! It took me YEARS to try to
convince people, but ah well. I guess the truth will always come out.

You may continue to deny the love we have shared for almost a century.
But let us be honest sweetheart, though you still look good, you are not
getting any younger. Don't lose a good thing at this point.

However, one thing I will not stand for is out and out lies. For years
you have held my pot for me, so I would not be burdened. You realized
and understood my longtime positions that I hold keep me a busy and
independent woman, and you were not intimidated by me having the
personality of what has been referred to as, 'someone with a brass
pair'.

Next time you come looking for me on a glorious spring day under the
shaded oaks, be prepared to bring flowers, cake (but not cheesecake) and
perhaps an apology or three.

Oh, and darling...why can you not quit me? I do believe I can answer
that for you. The reason being of course, is because I am one of the
aforementioned, and original 'Forestal Chicks'. Enough said.

I still adore you muffin, from the depths of my cold, dead heart. Also
from the depths of my warm, generous, only-want-to-protect-you heart.
But do not tell anyone about the latter, as I have a reputation to
uphold!

Curiously awaiting your next move,
Ainia Shiva

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Aeguary, in the year 417 AF.