In the dead of night, a barn owl flies through the shadows and icy rain to a castle above an angry sea. He lands on the edge of a window; the rough winds tearing at the bells wrapped around his ankles in a harsh song.

His beak is clasped around a piece of folded parchment; haphazardly sealed with the Night Court's embellished crest in violet wax.

In it, the note reads:

Something's happened.
She wishes to see you.
Please.. it is urgent.

@asterion