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The horizon is draped in gentle, dusty moonlight interrupted only by the brilliant lights of the Night Kingdom, easily mistaken for starlight from a distance. It is in this strange mingling of warm light and welcome darkness that a rapping comes at one of the windows of the palace. When the window is opened, it reveals a sleek, red-gold hawk with a message tied to one of her legs. She ruffles her soft feathers, golden eyes darting and alert as she examines whoever might approach her with a predator's intensity; she brings with her the unmistakable smell of desert sand, which might be anticipated. However, she also brings with her the fainter, but unmistakable, scent of blood and ash, and, most nauseating, burning flesh. She seems to finish her analysis of the individual who allowed her in, and, reluctantly, outstretches her leg to offer them the message. It is written on crisp, yellowed paper, emblazoned with a gold that catches the light and sealed with a wax emblem of the sun. The hawk takes flight, her job complete, and disappears into the darkness from which she came. The scent of death still lingers on the paper. In a crisp hand, a single word is written in neat hand beneath the seal: Reichenbach. When the seal is broken, it reveals a message ominous in its brevity; of the aroma of death and flame, after all, it says nothing.
"King Reichenbach,
Your sister and her newborn daughter should arrive at the borders of the Arma Mountains by tomorrow night. I have sent an escort to accompany them, but I suspect that you will not wish for her to encroach upon your kingdom, nor would I wish for someone inexperienced in traversing the perils of the mountainside to learn them while tasked with their protection. Both mother and child are healthy, though exhausted.
Congratulations on the birth of your niece.
- Seraphina"
"King Reichenbach,
Your sister and her newborn daughter should arrive at the borders of the Arma Mountains by tomorrow night. I have sent an escort to accompany them, but I suspect that you will not wish for her to encroach upon your kingdom, nor would I wish for someone inexperienced in traversing the perils of the mountainside to learn them while tasked with their protection. Both mother and child are healthy, though exhausted.
Congratulations on the birth of your niece.
- Seraphina"
comes on the heels of this thread! worth noting that it's only been ~2 days since the Davke attack, so no one who finds it should know what's occurred in Solterra, yet. tagging @Reichenbach, but since I at no point actually mentioned this to you preemptively, anyone is free to find this little note if they so desire, ahaha - or they need not respond at all. ;D
I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORSand there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.☼please tag Sera! contact is encouraged, short of violence
