A deliveryman left a package at the supply drop for Heart Notes, addressed to E. Devabriel.

Within the box lay two smaller boxes, one cardboard and the other hand-carved oak, a basket filled with blossoms, and below them a folded bolt of silk. The silk was the pale blue that one saw in the early morning sky, silver threads weaved throughout to give it a shimmering, almost ethereal appearance. The blossoms were night-blooming roses from The Rosecliffs, Daniel's holding. The fragrance was lighter than one would expect from a rose, with an underlying hint of heather. The cardboard box held pastries of various varieties and fillings, while the small oak box, when opened, would reveal several packets of differing tea blends. Tucked in amongst these things was a letter, a short and simple thing.

Enjoy. C & D