room 316 - Monday after classes and clubs - 3/9
Liir had found a letter under his door upon returning to his room. Despite his excitement at the familiar hand on the envelope, he'd put the thing aside in favor of taking his now-bouncing puppy for a walk. Feeding and adding to the water in her bowl came next, and the rest of went to his hotpot to start up some tea for himself. Finally, however, he came back to the wax-sealed letter that could be from none other than Trism.
To my dear friend--
There have never been many birds over the Emerald City, but I find of late that there are none. At the same time, there are rumors of dark shapes in the night and more than one mess has been found in the poorer districts. There is all manner of madness chattering about on the streets; everything from blaming it on Munchkinlander agents to claims that the Witch yet lives. There was something about monkeys but I dismissed it out of hand. While nothing specific seems to be going on, of course, I hear things, watch things. I think it was a new Scarecrow at the parade last week; I couldn't be sure.
A couple old chums from my time in the Guard have given me a bit more meat to chew, though. They've been asking for me; my way with horses may yet be needed by the Emerald City, though I'm loathe to leave the private sector after what I have witnessed. The animal husbandry program is rather appealing, though. Good pay. Though--
Would you know anything about dragons? I mean, other than the usual bits from the Oziad?
Pay me no mind. I hope you are well at your school and that your many friends fare almost as finely as you do. I even send good wishes to your sister, though she would no doubt throw them in my face. And to that pretty girl of yours, who I should hope would receive them more warmly.
Until next time,
Your Trism
After boggling over the fact that somehow, Trism had managed to flirt with Amber while in a completely different world, Liir put the letter down and put his mind more to the pertinent information. A new Scarecrow? Well, the old one had been a straw man anyway, in the most literal sense. Perhaps he'd become less pliable than they liked. Or someone had noticed the switch? Who was to say? It wasn't his greatest concern.
No, his greatest concern was for the oddness in the Emerald City. Shapes in the night? Not the Cat, surely; he wasn't large enough to kill. At least, Liir was reasonably sure he wasn't. The lack of birds... and dragons?
Liir shook his head in an attempt to clear it and closed the letter as soundly as one could with parchment, sticking it under one of the books on his desk.
Dragons. What did he know about dragons?
"A question for another night, I think," he said to himself, startling a little at his own voice. But he couldn't quite shake it as he started in on his work, and so he kept the door to his room open in the hopes of a visitor. He wasn't quite up to the common room, but he figured he could leave his evening open to the whims of chance at the very least.
[door and post open]
To my dear friend--
There have never been many birds over the Emerald City, but I find of late that there are none. At the same time, there are rumors of dark shapes in the night and more than one mess has been found in the poorer districts. There is all manner of madness chattering about on the streets; everything from blaming it on Munchkinlander agents to claims that the Witch yet lives. There was something about monkeys but I dismissed it out of hand. While nothing specific seems to be going on, of course, I hear things, watch things. I think it was a new Scarecrow at the parade last week; I couldn't be sure.
A couple old chums from my time in the Guard have given me a bit more meat to chew, though. They've been asking for me; my way with horses may yet be needed by the Emerald City, though I'm loathe to leave the private sector after what I have witnessed. The animal husbandry program is rather appealing, though. Good pay. Though--
Would you know anything about dragons? I mean, other than the usual bits from the Oziad?
Pay me no mind. I hope you are well at your school and that your many friends fare almost as finely as you do. I even send good wishes to your sister, though she would no doubt throw them in my face. And to that pretty girl of yours, who I should hope would receive them more warmly.
Until next time,
Your Trism
After boggling over the fact that somehow, Trism had managed to flirt with Amber while in a completely different world, Liir put the letter down and put his mind more to the pertinent information. A new Scarecrow? Well, the old one had been a straw man anyway, in the most literal sense. Perhaps he'd become less pliable than they liked. Or someone had noticed the switch? Who was to say? It wasn't his greatest concern.
No, his greatest concern was for the oddness in the Emerald City. Shapes in the night? Not the Cat, surely; he wasn't large enough to kill. At least, Liir was reasonably sure he wasn't. The lack of birds... and dragons?
Liir shook his head in an attempt to clear it and closed the letter as soundly as one could with parchment, sticking it under one of the books on his desk.
Dragons. What did he know about dragons?
"A question for another night, I think," he said to himself, startling a little at his own voice. But he couldn't quite shake it as he started in on his work, and so he kept the door to his room open in the hopes of a visitor. He wasn't quite up to the common room, but he figured he could leave his evening open to the whims of chance at the very least.
[door and post open]