Chi's Letter 2

First and foremost I'd like to let you know that I was selected for the race! Though…now that I think about it, they must have gone to Ursion looking for me for a reason, right? But anyway, I'm writing to tell you that I won my first encounter. It wasn't fun, though. First, we were told to use these really archaic teleporters (I'm sure you'd love to see them, wouldn't you?) that sent us into an established environment at random for us to race eachother by pairs, and of all the possibilities I had for my first match, I got the freaking tundra. Yah, the so-cold-your-bones-chill-inside-your-skin kind of tundra. Can you imagine it? I thought I'd go crazy out there! Not two seconds into the race and I was already dying on the inside! And to make things worse, the zap the thing gave me made me lost my balance for just the right amount of time that I landed, face-first, into a pile of snow. Ugh.

But thankfully there was some neoketazol lying around there…apparently as part of the landscape! I kid you not, I've never been happier to see the stuff—even if it was condensed into lakes and what-have-you.

Now, my opponent…he was a little odd to say the least. Not that I can talk about oddities, but…I mean, how often have we seen tiny little glow-in-the-dark kittens? He struck me as a shapeshifter kind too, and one that could change his whole body's consistency as well. I wonder…what would the reason for something like that to be in the race have been? Sadly, we didn't precisely get to socialize at all since I lit up one of the neoketazol ponds, and the collapse it caused came before we could even exchange names. And then after that, well, I was a little bit too busy trying to find my way out of that freezing nightmare to make for small-talk, and he, she, it, whatever, was a bit too resilient for my taste. Not that it bothers me a lot though, since it survived a blast that would've killed me (trust me, it's a LONG story. It'll have to wait until I see you), so at least that gave me a bit of leeway in regards of what I could do to it.

But now I'm mincing words, aren't I? Well, long story short, I got to the teleporter before...'it' did, and here I am, recovering from intense frostbite and enjoying a nice piece of raw meat. I'm hoping next round isn't as horrid, and maybe next time I'll try to be more conversational: I feel like I was a little bit too rude to the kitty. Thinking about that…maybe I'll talk to Vespera now. I want to know what that cat's business was in the race, and see if I can help it out.

Anyway, that's it for now. Many hugs to you and Blue, and I can't wait to get letters from you (nor to see you, either)!

Love,

Chi.


PS: Oh, also, I think I had a brief relapse during the match (right after the explosion to be exact), and I'm having nightmares again, but don't tell any of this to Blue. I don't want her to freak out because she's too far away to do anything about it.

PSS: And apparently, there's no interplanetary mail service today, either. I guess I'll have to hold on to this until I can send it.