Sinjin's delivery service was not entirely typical. It took some convincing and more than a few promises to the phoenix to get it to agree to delivering the letter once the Spaniard tracked down where Jewell's villa was. The daystar bird's warbling croon echoed through the surrounding area as it zipped through the sky during the hours after Beltane, skirting trees with childlike ease as it careened through the air like breath of flame given life, until it dipped down from the heights of the night toward the villa that stood out like a jewel in the evening, stark against the clearing it was set in.
The bird, as young as it was, forgot its instructions halfway there. It spent several minutes zipping around the fountain with a curious note to its crooning song before it got wholly distracted by the lighthouse; it was maybe another fifteen minutes before the phoenix remembered why there was a letter tucked in its talons, shivering in the breeze. Not to fail on its mission, the bird flew close enough to the house to let the letter flutter down to the space in front of the villa's main entrance before the phoenix's attention span gave way again. Really, Sin needed to find a better method of delivery someday.
The letter itself had Jewell's name on the front of the envelope, scrawled in the Spaniard's messy and probably unrecognizable handwriting. Inside was more of the same, accompanied by the scent of dogwood blossoms that always seemed to cling to everything he wrote:
Jewell,
I do believe I still owe you a dance. Would you like dinner with it? I know a spot along the shore that I hear is fantastic during the days after Beltane..
Let me know, hermosa.
- Sin
P.S.: I apologize for Bel beforehand. The phoenix is harmless as a firefly, but his curiosity does have a tendency to get the better of him sometimes.
True to Sin's word, the phoenix was still a bright evening star in the immediate area, exploring here and there without rhythm or rhyme to its actions.
The bird, as young as it was, forgot its instructions halfway there. It spent several minutes zipping around the fountain with a curious note to its crooning song before it got wholly distracted by the lighthouse; it was maybe another fifteen minutes before the phoenix remembered why there was a letter tucked in its talons, shivering in the breeze. Not to fail on its mission, the bird flew close enough to the house to let the letter flutter down to the space in front of the villa's main entrance before the phoenix's attention span gave way again. Really, Sin needed to find a better method of delivery someday.
The letter itself had Jewell's name on the front of the envelope, scrawled in the Spaniard's messy and probably unrecognizable handwriting. Inside was more of the same, accompanied by the scent of dogwood blossoms that always seemed to cling to everything he wrote:
Jewell,
I do believe I still owe you a dance. Would you like dinner with it? I know a spot along the shore that I hear is fantastic during the days after Beltane..
Let me know, hermosa.
- Sin
P.S.: I apologize for Bel beforehand. The phoenix is harmless as a firefly, but his curiosity does have a tendency to get the better of him sometimes.
True to Sin's word, the phoenix was still a bright evening star in the immediate area, exploring here and there without rhythm or rhyme to its actions.