Post by littlekreen on Dec 14, 2018 13:05:48 GMT -6
It took Flynn half hour to unpack the several pages of detailed images from her journal in the early morning. Then set to assemble a letter on the paper taken from Molly's desk. hours later to replicate the images therein on paper in the language of the fae she did not speak after exhausting one writing utensil. It was faithful and their careful passed-down heritage left only a little of it malformed. Some wheeling got her a book of stamps so a fellow at the library could look at the manuscript. It was a librarian's hand that labeled the library's envelope for her 'Queen Titania'. Only the addresses were visible as Flynn stuck as many stamps as would fit. They didn't know much about the Red Lady but the librarian said that's probably who it would go to. The reacher wasn't one to worry about who she was sending the letter as they had little to go on and it did seem to fit. At worst she'd know a little more should they respond.
To my Queen
Through taut fence thieve
Dark storm the void seen
Ask’d of me by thine leave
knowledge therein to glean
So have I watch’d untired
th’ vigorless cyprium clacks
Pine places soundly briared
sightful master soundly lacks.
An ending storm round it go’
Judder spring a crown bestows
Souls to chains our foe
Darker things itself now knows
So sought snarling deeper dark
Therein eye of neutral wraith
Nebulous nameful nobody mark
Within a placid death of faith
A wisdom, Queen, untrue I think
of certain lack in there of ire
A lie of Emperor gone at blink
in dominion denied to hellfire?
Pets I find to make for thee
Carved their minds away unseen
Grew a spark a thing of glee
Toothy feathered mein thirteen
Now in pet garden lurks
demon seeking ends of works
White of feather for regal prize
Sees this note to hole these skies
Prithee come to save this one
From her power I cannot run
Though I know not hand that send
My name upon them penned