A young brunette, by the name of Pearl Fey, was suddenly visiting her cousin, Mystic Maya. She had been humming a silent tune, though unsure of what she was humming, really. It was somewhat in the afternoon, and the sun had been shining brightly upon places. She skipped along the path, her purple robe moving along with her. Her brown, looped hair was quite a weight on her head, yet she was used to it all now. And in her hands was an envelope. And of course, the envelope contained a letter. But, who was it addressed to? Maya, or, as Pearls would say, Mystic Maya. Now you may think that Pearl was sending a letter to her, but really, it was by P