Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160806232744/@comment-26444332-20160808011349

Dark dwarves 2 wrote: The Room she has been given is a comfy one. It has one large window over looking the sea, a small desk and table, as well as a large closet. The bed is a queen sized made from fine silk. She locks the door, as she said, and crosses the room to the desk, sitting down and rapidly writing out a letter in the Arcadian tongue.

'I implore you, O Seeker, to lend me a swift, shining messenger, that I may give words to those that are far off and those that are nigh.' She murmurs, her letter finished. With a bright flash, the letter disappears, a single feather made of starlight gently drifting down to the tabletop before vanishing.

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Azarias reads the letter, a tiny bird made of stardust sitting on his windowsill.

'Well now,' he whispers to himself. 'It seems I too must pay the Empire a visit. Aria and Celesté can take over on teaching, I suppose, though I hate to leave my students...'

He stands up, and crosses the room. Picking up a pen, he swiftly writes a response, setting it in the bird's claws. The stardust nightingale chirps once and disappears, a feather falling away and disappearing.

'What Ella wants me to do about this, I don't know. But perhaps something can be worked out before that emperor gets himself killed.'