Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-28358106-20161211192721

"None for me, just a long-handled brush," I mumble as I scribble out the note. "I'll be back shortly," I say.

I head to what appears to be the nearest store. Having gotten some twine, cloth, and a small jar, I put the note in the jar and make a parachute from the twine and cloth and attach it to the jar. Stepping outside into the snow, I roll the whole contraption up and toss it into the air, launching it with telekinesis. At a height of about a hundred feet, it's enveloped in violet lightning and disappears.

Back home, Aegis perches in a tree by a farm, watching the Holstaurs and Weresheep as they go about their chores in the gray, cold morning mist. She hears a thunderclap not too far off. Jumping up, she takes off, flying furiously.

As she glides in the air, her keen eyes spot the jar floating down from above in the distance. Like a hawk she snatches it from the air, diving down and dashing it on a rock in her haste. She plops onto her butt and uses her talons to unroll the note and read it. Her face melts from anxiousness to tears of joy as she takes off again, holding the note in one of her talons, eager to spread the news to the others, including Jorge's family.

Back in Zahmeria, I shuffle back into the bathhouse, following the others.