a lingering, unnerving song
Night had fallen, and the skies were clear to show off a stunning display of dancing stars in the inky black heavens. A mottled shadow marred the skies, beady black eyes peering and searching the populace of Denocte for a familiar figure of pale gold cloaked in a mantle of ivories and creams.
There.
Upon finding their quarry, the winged creature circled around to land with outstretched wings, screeching out a warning before reaching out with wide talons to take roost upon Toulouse’s horn. Attached to their left leg with criss-crossing leather straps was a scroll, vague in wording but heavy with its weight. It would be delivered to none but him.
’A specter lurks within and we are wary. Your services are needed here. Bring what information you have.’
The note was not signed and the penmanship was sketchy at best, but clearly the individual responsible had faith that Toulouse would understand.
For @Toulouse
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