Not a voicemail but I'm putting it here 'cause nyahunburnt_queenJune 21 2012, 06:06:38 UTC
At some point on Thursday, or whenever it was where he was, there came a tapping, tapping at my chamber door light rapping on whatever window Chuck happened to be nearest. If he pursued it, he'd find a raven, dusted with sand and obviously tired from travel. Bound to one of the bird's legs was a small scroll of parchment, slightly-tattered, tied with a bit of golden ribbon, and sealed with a red wax dragon.
The writing on the scroll was in a somewhat stilted, calligraphic hand; probably not exactly normal for him. Not that any of this was. Texts were a lot easier.
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The writing on the scroll was in a somewhat stilted, calligraphic hand; probably not exactly normal for him. Not that any of this was. Texts were a lot easier.
Chuck ( ... )
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