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Dear Robin, I know I’m sending a letter before I’ve received your newest, but the last few days I feel like I’ve been living in an alternate reality.

Which I think is ironic (probably, I never get that word right) considering I’m living in a different realm.

But I stayed the night with that grumpy dragon Tiber.

He just wants to keep me safe, I get that.

Can you imagine the scandal if something happened to one of the ‘weak’ humans officially visiting from an allied realm?

Do I sound a little bitter? I can’t decide if I am.

I can’t decide anything right now because my emotions are a total mess.

Tiber isn’t what I expected at all. Also, a baby dragon is visiting him and is the cutest little beast I’ve ever seen.

He reminds me of King’s dragon, but a little younger and more mischievous.

He pounced on Jonothon today in a sneak attack.

Apparently, it’s a thing that dragonlings do?

I don’t know, that’s what I’ve been told.

I was also told that he won’t attack me.

I think the underlying meaning is that I’m a weak human.

Okay, I’ll stop with that. I’m not bitter, just nursing some hurt.

And I know this isn’t all about Tiber and his friend talking shit about humans, that it’s more about my own issues.

Oh, his friend Octavia apologized for what she said, and it turns out she’s kind and amazing.

I think you two will hit it off when you finally visit.

Hint, hint. Come visit me, I miss your face!

I realize that this letter has been a ramble of stuff, but that’s where my brain is right now.

I’ve got another art thing tonight and I’m worried I’ll run into Charles.

I think I might make this my last appearance for the week and just skip the others.

The anxiety has been churning inside me all day and I can’t do two more nights of this. I love you (come visit!), Mia