>>5298430>>5298381The voices offer their reassurances, gaining a small smile for their efforts.
[“I suppose time will tell.”]
A moment later, the sound of flapping wings can be heard overhead, a dark shape descending from on high as Vivi returns from her daily mail route.
“Woah. What the heck?” the crow harpy gawks. “Why’s everyone here?”
“It’s a party!” Cici explains happily from a nearby log, her ever faithful hare Din-Din sniffing at the grilled vegetables on her plate while she’s distracted.
“A party for what?”
“I dunno!”
“It’s just weird is what I’m saying.”
“Which makes it par for the course,” Iris responds before biting into a sausage. “Now, hurry up and eat before it’s all gone.”
She throws Iris an irritated look but takes the advice, soon returning with her own plate that she begins eating while sitting on the grass.
“How was your day?” Cici asks the other girl after a moment. “Did you get to do anything fun?”
“I wound up delivering a cat.”
“Huh?”
“A cat,” she repeats. “You know, in a carrier. It didn’t seem to enjoy the experience much, though.”
“And who on earth thought that was a good idea?” Iris inquires.
“Some noble, I guess, delivering to some other noble. Speaking of which, your mom keeps getting a ton of mail.”
That statement seeming to have jogged her memory, Vivi begins digging in her mail satchel for something, eventually producing a small envelope with a glossy, white wax seal which she delivers to Cassandra. Cassandra takes it in one hand, looks it over briefly, and then pales as though she’s just been shot.
[“This… This is my mother’s handwriting…”]
> What to do?> [] Encourage her to leave the letter for now.> [] Encourage her to open the letter immediately.> [] Other. Write-in. 