A letter arrives!
There is a large white owl that awaits Apolonia as she returns from the dunes. It sits patiently on the gates of Day Court, carefully above all the sand and dust. As the young mare passes below, the owl swoops low and drops the small scroll at her feet.
The writing is neat, the words simple. The paper itself is almost homely; bits of rose petals and thyme pressed into the pulp. The emissary picked it up from the marketplace when she had, oddly enough, been struck with pity by the sight of an old blind woman selling all manner of simply made things.
The message reads:
Dear @Apolonia,
I would like for you to be my guest of honor at the Second Harvest festival in Terrastella.
The festivities begin on the day of the equinox. Find me at dusk near the sea.
Yours,
Anandi
PS- I miss you. Please come.
There is a large white owl that awaits Apolonia as she returns from the dunes. It sits patiently on the gates of Day Court, carefully above all the sand and dust. As the young mare passes below, the owl swoops low and drops the small scroll at her feet.
The writing is neat, the words simple. The paper itself is almost homely; bits of rose petals and thyme pressed into the pulp. The emissary picked it up from the marketplace when she had, oddly enough, been struck with pity by the sight of an old blind woman selling all manner of simply made things.
The message reads:
I would like for you to be my guest of honor at the Second Harvest festival in Terrastella.
The festivities begin on the day of the equinox. Find me at dusk near the sea.
Yours,
Anandi
PS- I miss you. Please come.
some say the loving and the devouring are all the same thing
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