It’s early morning when the owl arrives, the first few streaks of golden light warming the tawny feathers of his back. He moves like a streak through the sky on broad and silent wings, circling the Dusk Court’s courtyard once, twice, then a third time before alighting on a low fence. He puffs up the feathers on his chest, as if his own avian version of clearing his throat, and then lets a series of whistles into the open air.

He falls silent, cocking his head to one side and listening to the last of the notes fade away, waiting.

No one answers.

Shaking his head at himself, he repeats the call—louder this time, so that it might carry better into the open windows of the castle. This time when he quiets himself, he sees a sleepy figure hurrying from the building, still rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Excited, the owl hoots again and hops along the fence closer to the equine.

A strip of parchment is tied with a bow around one of his scaled legs. Untying it will reveal a handful of small flowers with bright petals and a paragraph of elegant handwriting:

Terrastella is invited to attend the Woodstock Music and Arts festival in Delumine!

Attendees are encouraged to create a unique work of art, music, writing, magic, or other to be shown and presented at the celebration.

Come enjoy our beautiful flowers with us as we appreciate the beauty and uniqueness of every person.

-Regent Ipomoea

(The festival will take place over a week ICly, but will last OOCly until the end of May)


”here am I!”