Yeah You Have A Point. Thank Goodness, I Would've Cried. (They Grow Up So Fast...)

I think your wings are very pretty, regardless of their fragile tendencies!

The benefits of being part moth are many but the downsides are that I'm stuck in my house because it started raining :(

I wonder what the ocean's like over at Hermitcraft.

Glad everything's well! I've been good, other than being a bit lonely. But at least I've got mail now! I'm pleasantly surprised at the amount of mail I've gotten so far :]

Hello Jimmy, I finally got my mailbox set up and decided to send you something. Hi.

lizzie! hi!

[She lets out a small gasp before chuckling slightly, settling down on the edge of her tower with her legs dangling off the side. She tilts her head as she listens to his endless ramblings, occasionally giving a gasp or a "How dare!"] Perhaps I could help to rebuild it? And then maybe we could see about paying Martyn a visit... [She tilts her head thoughtfully as she thinks these options through, glancing towards Grian for his input.]

[A letter arrives in a slightly damp shulker box, the envelope and letter itself having a few miscolored spots seemingly from water.] Hello Grian, Oceans Blessings. This is Lizzie. I was wondering if you've gone through a malfunctioning of your mail system, with a note from Martyn? It's such a hassle wresting with the water to send anything...If you did get pranked, I hope it isn't too bad.

oceans blessings, whatever,

lizzie.

calling it a malfunction would be an understatement. i was really only joking about the TNT stuff, because that's what i do, but he must have decided to commit to the bit or something because as soon as i open his STUPID letter—

[ he's in such a fuss about the... malfunction that he just scribbles a reply until he grows so frustrated just writing about it that he gives up. in the box he goes instead, muttering to himself the whole while in transportation, not even caring that the shulker was damp on the inside as well. ]

[ colorful feathers burst out the moment the shulker is opened again, wings stretching out, and he's flying towards her with speed, landing upon her shoulder. ]

lizzie, HE RIGGED MY MAILBOX WITH TNT!

MY DOCK IS IN RUINS!

:(

[Mira fizzled into existence behind Lizzie. Her form was still glitchy and unstable, stars glinting under her skin, and her three sets of bright, feathered wings spread wide.]

[She didn’t say anything, preferring to just watch for now.]

@miras-mailbox

[Lizzie was walking on one of her lilypad islands, specifically the one owning her garden. The vegetation was overgrown and honestly unkempt, but had a certain allure to it in its own way. There were blossoms of color amidst the sea of green, a bush of crimson red azaleas here and a patch of snow white magnolias there, among many others. There was a thin dirt walkway among the foliage, the vines and leaves brushed away to make room. Lizzie herself had little to no botanical knowledge and henceforth had spent little time in the garden, but had felt an urge to clean it a bit after a visit to The Overgrown.]

[Lizzie could feel it immediately. An unsettling presence, dread seeping into her bones the very moment Mira appeared. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as her skin prickled with goosebumps, a cold sweat already starting to form upon her brow despite the chilled breeze.]

[She swallowed despite her suddenly dry mouth, her muscles tensing. She did not know what awaited her when she turned around, but she did know that she couldn't simply ignore it. She steeled herself as he slowly started to turn, her gaze dragging behind before locking onto the figure in front of her. A startled gasp escaped her lips as she took in the woman before her, from the three sets of wings to the glint beneath her skin. Her eyes finally stopped on the figure's own, sea blue meeting galactic purple. The former flicked back towards the ground mere moments afterward, suddenly filled with uncertainty.]

[There was an uncomfortable silence, stretched thin between the two and filled only with the sounds of the world, and the faint breathing of both women. Finally, Lizzie slowly took a step forward, the crunch of the dirt under her feet far too loud within the tense atmosphere. She momentarily lifted a pale blue hand, but it soon fell back to her side. Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. She took a deep breath, and her gaze returned to Mira's once more.]

"Who..."

[She spoke quietly, her voice far more timid than usual. She paused after that first word, swallowing once again as she placed an open hand on top of her chest.]

"Who are you..?"

I think you all need to take better care of your waters. and a certain someone needs to MAKE one

I wonder what the ocean's like over at Hermitcraft.

learned the hard way i cannot swim. got a stamp to tell you this -Torchy🕯⟢ ๋

The ocean isn't for everyone! Stay safe, Torchy :]

Omg matching Lizzie and Joel inspired capes would be so fun to knit

@bigbs-mailbox I think we have to nametag you

Creaking in decked out 3 is BACK ON