## Aurel Bălan --- The Bălan clade

> systime 232 (2355)

All,

You'll have to forgive a rather lengthy, rambling letter. Aurel was just forked[^justforked] the four of us are sitting out in Douglas's field along with him, E.W., Debarre, and a few other friends after a small potluck of sorts. There wasn't any real reason for the get-together other than it's snowy at our sim, the skunks were whining, and it's always nice here. What started as a plan for Ioan, May, Sasha, and Douglas having a picnic blossomed on a whim to something of a party.

(Some descriptions of the party; maybe SH telling two truths and a lie about others, Debarre promises fireworks, Vos and AFP set up a bar, Marsh sings a song)

When we all got to talking about memories, Ioan suggested that we start compiling them into a letter just to share them with you. It's a good day, and we should be able to share our everyday weal as well as our occasional woe.

(May: Clade is fading in preparation)

(Aurel: Sasha back to striped skunk)

(Sasha: Sasha's work included)

(Ioan: Rareș update)

With all the love in the world,

* Aurel Bălan
* Ioan Bălan
* May Then My Name
* E.W.
* Sasha
* Douglas Hadje
* Debarre
* A Finger Pointing
* Slow Hours
* Yared Zerezghi
* Vos Barzee
* Marsh Hart

[^justforked]: Five minutes ago. *Just* forked.