A small brown bird finds its way to her. A tiny note tied to it's leg. "I can help, but I have to be anonymous." It's signed Irving. She'll probably know who it's from.
Tybresa was surprised by the creature that dared to come so close to her, despite Eihwaz’s presence turning away any other living being that had any sense of self-preservation. Her hands would gingerly wrap themselves around the little bird, cradling it in her palms while her thumb would stroke across its simple creamy plumage.
This little ritual ... it made her incredibly happy, and yet infinitely sad as she recalled her own little hummingbirds, the few stragglers that still survived ... and how unwilling they were to stay in her presence.
She turned her attention to the note, unwrapping it before reading over the simple sentence and the mystifying signature.
Irving?
It took exactly one moment for her internal cogs and gears to finally make the connection.
“Heh.” She laughed to herself, obviously amused. “Very well ...” With a stick of charcoal, she wrote on the back of the note a similarly short and sweet message.
“Doran will be happy to hear that - as am I.” She did not sign it, instead securing it to the little sparrow’s leg and kissing its forehead gingerly before letting it fly back to its owner.
// @enchanternova
