a little birdie told me ,
You aren’t someone who normally receives the morning mail from an owl, but there’s a Snowy Owl perched outside your window. Held in its beak is an elegant, burgundy envelope with your name and address handwritten in black ink. Should you decide to open the window, your winged messenger will take off to the skies after handing you the envelope. You look for a seal or family crest to no avail, yet it still carries the aura of something official. Do you dare open it?
Opening the envelope releases the warm, ashy scent of incense. Yellow flower petals shoot out from the envelope as though they were spring loaded, and they bring with them the refreshing scent of Ylang Ylang oil. You look inside the envelope. As it turns out, its actual contents aren’t as elegant and mysterious as you’ve been lead on to believe.
It’s nothing but a flyer for some store holding a 50% off sale. Ah, marketing tactics these days! You scan some of the offers for this strange place – Yuuko’s Shop, it’s called – and none of them are accompanied by pictures. The coupon expiry dates are odd too, most of them either expiring decades ago or will expire decades from now. You read only some of the deals:
Enchanted Glasses are 50% off – be able to see magic for the very first time!
Owl Delivery Service are 50% off for a limited time only
Fortune Telling is purchase 1 meeting, get the other half off!
Whether you choose to visit the address or throw the letter in the garbage is up to you. But before you make your decision, the bottom of the flyer catches your eye:
Get all your magical needs before it’s too late!
Something big is coming soon.
Yuuko Ichihara
being unceremoniously woken up by bird is less glamorous than it sounds.
guanlin is still rubbing sleep out of his eyes when he opens the window, not registering what awaits him outside. part of him is convinced it’s seonho, doing the cliche ‘throwing rocks at your window’ thing until he remembers that seonho has more important things to do. swallowing the small lump of disappointment, he forces himself awake to see… a bird. a birdie. a white owl perched his window with a piece of paper in its beak and this is really weird because guanlin thought humans stopped using avian messengers a couple hundred years ago.
he considers ignoring the bird altogether ( this has to be a practical joke, right? the illusion card? the magician card? the… bird whisperer card? ) but guanlin spies his name on the envelope and it looks important, like he ought to open it at least. the owl lets go off the envelope the minute guanlin reaches for it and promptly flies away after crapping on the windowsill. guanlin avoids looking at the mess and closes the window before plopping down cross legged on his bed and turning the envelope over in his hands.
he doesn’t get mail, not of the physical kind, so who could it possibly be? several possibilities seize him ( none of them good ). rather than shred it to pieces out of anxiety, guanlin holds his breath and carefully opens the envelope—
only to scream and fall backwards, banging his head against the wall as something shoots out of it and gets in his mouth and oh god it smells weird. choking on yellow flower petals, guanlin coughs and spits them all out before reaching for the contents. rather than finding some formal, thick letter, it’s just a cryptic flyer for some shop he’s never heard of. guanlin reads through the whole thing and comes out of it more confused than before. fortune telling? enchanted glasses? magical needs? sounds fishy. and stupid. and fishy.
guanlin crumples the flyer up. if it’s a weird joke, then he wants no part of it. if it’s not and something more… sinister, he doesn’t want any part of it either. he tosses it in the recycling bin and runs a hand through his hair. guanlin is going to live a happy bird free life.
thank goodness no one heard him scream.
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