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

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

No one answers.

Shaking her head at herself, she repeats the call—louder this time, so that it might carry better into the open windows of the castle. This time when she becomes quiet, she 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 her scaled legs. Untying it will reveal a handful of small flowers with bright petals and a paragraph of elegant handwriting:

Solterra 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!”