~*The letter floated swiftly along. The great winds carried far and wide, losing a few pages, erasing a few words, but all in all, the letter, one of them anyway, was intact. And the recipient? Well, the lad was walking along the grassy fields casually, listening to nature whenever it chose to talk to him... so when the paper began floating down on a stray gust of wind, he looked up purely by accident. He watched it fall, and when it is within reach, he snatched it, balancing the pole on his shoulders... he cannot understand the glyphs upon the paper, for he was not native to this land. Perhaps that was why Rhy'Din, strange though the world was, deemed it right he should recieve this. He rushes home to his teacher, the one living in the mountains. Scrambling up the rocks, bare-feet and all, he bursts through the door. It wasn't locked, which wasn't surprising; so far from civilization, what bandits in their right mind would trek so far to gamble on what might be so little?*~
The lad rushed up the stairs excitedly. "SHI FU! SHI FU!" He called to the room before he came running in. The occupant of the room, sitting in a chair facing the window, slowly turned his head to the young child of no-more than thirteen summers...
"Yes? What is it?" He asked in a soft voice. He sounded tired, but rather one might say he was bored... but spotting the paper in his pupil's hand, he gets curious. "A summons for me?" It was not often anyone contacted him; too few knew when or where to find him...
"No, Shi Fu!" The lad said hurriedly. "A paper from the heavens! Perhaps it is the Jade Emperor communicating with us?" The lad hurried forward- was he made of energy? -and thrust the papers into his teacher's hands. He then stepped back and made way as his teacher rose up...
...And walked to the desk. Laying the paper out so that he may read them easier, he discerns that this is indeed a letter... but not for him OR his pupil. It was addressed to someone named, 'Serr'... and the one writing these papers? Aside from what many would call terrible penmanship, and possibly many misspelled words, this raised ink was rather interesting. Touching it with a finger, the gent gives it a sniff. He then turns to his pupil. "I'm going out. If it's written in raised ink, chances are, the writer can only READ raised-ink." A simple deduction... he leaves the house and travels into town on his horse, Stargazer. It had taken him some time to re-learn after his accident, but he'd progressed wonderfully, thanks to Stargazer being so patient.
The local town was hustle and bustle, but in Rhy'Din, this and any variant was common. The only uncommon thing in Rhy'Din was normalcy, really... it takes him the longer part of three hours to find a store that even KNOWS of raised ink, and he buys them out, leaving dozens of gold coins and telling them to keep the change. He wasn't sure why the store owner looked ready to faint, but if that huge grin was any indication...
Stargazer took him home swiftly, but gently. The accident had taken it's toll and still did to this day, but he managed. Walking upstairs, he returns to the room and the desk; his pupil was waiting, and watched him with expectant eyes. He sat down, and decided to start this off simple enough... taking the quill and dipping it, he taps off the excess and begins to pen his letter, dipping fresh ink when needed.
Renne,
You do not know me, or my pupil, but we have, by chance, intercepted a letter meant for this 'Serr' you write to. Many words have been removed by time and wind, but I was able to read much of it. This 'Serr' seems like a nice person, and it seems you miss him dearly... I wish to know more about him and yourself. Will you tell me? I am sending this letter by hawk; if you wish to tell me more about this 'Serr', and about yourself, leave your response to me rolled and ready by the front door of your home. My hawk will be waiting. If you will not answer, then leave a tree branch instead. My hawk will understand. In case you are curious, the hawk is named, 'Revanche'. It is a foreign word, I am told it means, 'Revenge'. I purchased her from a dealer. She is friendly, despite her name.
He paused for a moment, letting the ink dry. He wasn't sure why he mentioned the hawk's name... perhaps to build a bit of familiarity? Perhaps as a token of faith? Of friendship? He wasn't certain he'd even get a reply from this 'Renne'... but, it seemed to be the start of something. The start of what? He wasn't sure, but then again, being a wanderer, he often let the wind decide where to go and what to do. The wind brought the letter; maybe it had brought something else, too... picking up the quill and using a fresh piece of paper, he writes a little more.
I am certain you will be surprised to recieve a letter from someone other than 'Serr', and I hope you do not think I am too strange to respond to. I do not often interact with people, for I find that too few seem unafraid of that which is considered different. I am ending this letter now, and I will wait in hopes of receiving a reply.
Respectfully yours,
V. D.
Casting a small scry spell, he determines the origins of this letter are from a beach near a tavern of sorts, and decides that leaving it at the tavern itself would be effective... hoping this is correct, he has his pupil, after the ink was raised and dried, roll them together and tie them with a blue ribbon. Then, the pupil gave a whistle and a golden hawk swooped in, giving a soft cry as she landed on the window sill. The lad went to her, stroking her feathers and instructing her on the delivery location. Bobbing her head three times, she gave a warm call to the taller of the two, and a trilling coo to the shorter one, and took off. The two watched her for a moment, and when she was gone, the lad went downstairs to find some fruit to eat. The taller gent sat in his chair again, and waited patiently as he always did... only this time, he seemed a little happier with the situation...