Remi Taliesin, King of Wine Sandwiches

It will be the first of many letters, of that there is no doubt. It's obnoxiously sent, all red parchment and golden ink, and when Remi opens it, a shower of pressed petals will fall into his lap. From what kind of flower is impossible to tell, only that it's some exotic bloom from a place the Lullaby has not yet seen. Soon, perhaps, but not quite yet. Around the border of the letter, half a dozen doodles decorate the page, lovingly crafted in the Star's hand. There's Remi and Ronin holding hands outside their house in Torchline along the bottom of the parchment. And here, crawling up the left border, a Ronin gives a Remi a leg up to climb a tree. Tiny Sugars swoop overhead, and Remis march through paper with Mateos on their backs. Ronins, too, snooze the day away in Wishing Wagons, while Ianto tromps through undergrowth as a fox. And in the centre of it all? A single word. Hi. Really - did his husband expect anything else from him? ronypony it's always nice to make an impression