(Set Post-ToM.)
Azurella, made some delicious shepherd's pie, cut veggies, and drinks, cookies from her adopted mother's shop. Th tablecloths set, taught by Professor Callistaur. She had everything prepared. A long time ago, she considered catch-up lunches like these time to hang out with her best friend and brother figure. Now, it was a serious talk. In a realm where even dark magic never worked properly, and all magic bowed to the whim of Azurella's realm. The only way out? A literal walk through the garden as the garden was a maze in of itself and at the end, the exit. In Azurella's sorta... pocket dimension. Cyran has seen it, Dura above, has been in it once. Only because he wanted to see if she was lying.
Azurella looked at the photo. The one of them together, hands shaking. She sighed, setting up the table and then exiting the portal. The portal was still open, for it would not close until the guest in question arrived. She sent the letter, to Cyran's study. It had a purple stamp, only used if a serious discussion was needed.
"𝒞𝓎𝓇𝒶𝓃, 𝓌𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀. 𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎, 𝒶 𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇, 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓁𝓎. 𝐻𝓊𝓂𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒…"
-Azurella.
She used the golden butterflies to deliver the letter. Upon reaching Cyran's study, the butterflies landed on his desk gently, placing the letters down. All flew away, fading into golden light. The letter had a few creases and a tear stain. Although it wasn't said. it was heavily implied and was not up for discussion.
W E N E E D T O T A L K.
Azurella just had to wait.
@wrenhasablog2
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*Cyran had just placed down his quill, about to get up to follow his duties in the palace, when the golden butterflies delivered the letter.*
...
*With chagrin he takes the minutes to read the letter. He places it down with a scoff.*
Hum. You summon me at a rather inconvenient moment. And your urgency is curious, given the long time of silence between us.
Tsk. Very well. Entertain me then. I shall give you ten precious minutes of my time. You better not disappoint.
*Cyran traces the ink lines on the letter, knowing the portal to be accessible through them, just as Azurella had promised. In one smooth movement he rises from his chair, turns and steps through the glimmering portal behind him, arriving at location he once has been to before.*
