A pigeon perched patiently upon the railing of the balcony and stared at Alysia. It was motionless, and could nearly have passed for a grey-feathered gargoyle, had it not been for the beady red eyes fixed on the priestess and the fact that such a creature made a very poor subject for a gargoyle. The persistent stare irritated Alysia to the point that she could no longer concentrate on the pattern of her blade exercise. She tossed the wooden practice sword away with a clatter and strode to the edge of the balcony.
?What.? she snapped.
Unable to answer, the pigeon stared mutely at her. Afternoon sunlight filtered through the clouds, lending a brilliant iridescence to the bird?s feathers. Alysia noticed a small roll of paper tied to the unflappable pigeon?s leg. She loosed the string, brittle with exposure to the elements, and unrolled the paper.
Ms. Skye,
How are you mam? My name is Elise Stormbringer. I am recently new to this lands, due to the loss of my mentor. He was a great wizard... and he will be missed. Nevertheless, I am in need of a new mentor to further my teachings. I was wondering if you would happen to need an apprentice? I really can't offer gold... I have very little left from my travels.. but I can offer you any skills I may already have and possibly random chores that you may need done? I am very adept at seaking out igredients for spells and the such. If you could fulfill my wishes, I would be most greatful. Nevertheless, please send response back with this pigeon either way informing me of your decesion. Thank you and blessed be.
Elisa Stormbringer
Alysia chortled, unexpectedly recalling the last person who referred to her as Ms. Skye. She considered the rather crude lettering. How droll. She wondered how long the pigeon had been perched there, waiting, and leaned over the railing. There was a large pile of droppings below.
?Do you do any other tricks other than deliver messages and crap on everything?? Alysia muttered at the bird. She stepped back inside with the curled scrap of paper and scribbled her response for the pigeon to return to its sender.
?What.? she snapped.
Unable to answer, the pigeon stared mutely at her. Afternoon sunlight filtered through the clouds, lending a brilliant iridescence to the bird?s feathers. Alysia noticed a small roll of paper tied to the unflappable pigeon?s leg. She loosed the string, brittle with exposure to the elements, and unrolled the paper.
Ms. Skye,
How are you mam? My name is Elise Stormbringer. I am recently new to this lands, due to the loss of my mentor. He was a great wizard... and he will be missed. Nevertheless, I am in need of a new mentor to further my teachings. I was wondering if you would happen to need an apprentice? I really can't offer gold... I have very little left from my travels.. but I can offer you any skills I may already have and possibly random chores that you may need done? I am very adept at seaking out igredients for spells and the such. If you could fulfill my wishes, I would be most greatful. Nevertheless, please send response back with this pigeon either way informing me of your decesion. Thank you and blessed be.
Elisa Stormbringer
Alysia chortled, unexpectedly recalling the last person who referred to her as Ms. Skye. She considered the rather crude lettering. How droll. She wondered how long the pigeon had been perched there, waiting, and leaned over the railing. There was a large pile of droppings below.
?Do you do any other tricks other than deliver messages and crap on everything?? Alysia muttered at the bird. She stepped back inside with the curled scrap of paper and scribbled her response for the pigeon to return to its sender.