[It's hard to hear when your ears are submerged. Everything sounds like rumbling, and with her eyes squeezed quite shut for now, she's certainly not about to see anything at all. What those hooves MAY disturb however, are something a little more precious-something she's had Nuna watching, as the marowak starts frantically gathering papers up before they can blow away. (And giving the radio there a good kick while she's at it. Thanks Nuna.)
Most of them start the same, if Lambert catches a glance at them-'Dear Jack', most begin, followed by things like- 'I don't know how this will get to you', or 'I really hope we can send letters from this place!' or 'It probably won't be too rude to write letters in a castle right...' or '....I don't know if I'm going to see you again.'
Mostly it's all very sentimental stuff that won't matter at all. Really all that Does matter is that there's a glowing light 'pancake' in the middle of the lake, occasionally sniffing and clutching a water floaty that somehow managed to not melt in the process of getting it steamed up.]
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Most of them start the same, if Lambert catches a glance at them-'Dear Jack', most begin, followed by things like- 'I don't know how this will get to you', or 'I really hope we can send letters from this place!' or 'It probably won't be too rude to write letters in a castle right...' or '....I don't know if I'm going to see you again.'
Mostly it's all very sentimental stuff that won't matter at all. Really all that Does matter is that there's a glowing light 'pancake' in the middle of the lake, occasionally sniffing and clutching a water floaty that somehow managed to not melt in the process of getting it steamed up.]