Ciel watched her breath escape her mouth, tendrils of smoke entrancing her for the moment. Her snowy owl watched her mistress, extending her wings as if to remind her that there was a task at hand. Ciel partially glared over at Winter, before nodding curtly. "Yes yes I know."
She tightened her coat around her slightly shaking frame before twirling the quill in her hand. How would she write this? She didn't even know how to start. What could she say? Dear Father, it's me Ciel. Sorry I havent been around lately? That would surely go smooth. Not.
She looked over at her owl, but it didn't appear she was getting any reprieve. Damn.
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