Post by Professor O'Conner on Aug 15, 2012 22:40:12 GMT -5
Professor O'Conner had been working very hard over the past week and a half. She wanted her letter to sound just right. However after many writings rewriting and starting overs she'd decided, it might just be best to just say what she needed too plain out:
It was a long shot, but if anyone could fine the persons she wished to speak to it was Blue. Blue was a retired Secret Post Owl, he'd been one of the most expensive owls you could send post by in his younger days. But then he'd gotten somewhat slower, and the Post office had sold him to the O'Conners. He'd lost none of his keen senses though.
Ashelle had brought Blue up to the top of the astronomy tower, hoping to see which way he chose to fly off in, just out of curiosity, and kind of hoping to get a sense of which way help would come. She sighed as she prepared the letter and placed it in The carrying cylinder the O'Conners had given blue once they'd bought him.
Once the letter was encased, and the cylinder placed firmly on blue's back, Ashelle sighed and looked into the sky. The sky was grey with clouds, but the sun was shining thought them giving them what appeared to be a silver lining. However the clouds would not let the sun through and Professor O'Conner felt sure it would soon rain.
"Blue," she told the owl as she stroked his feathers, "I need you to find other like me. Either Hunters or former Hunters who do not like what's going on with the BFC. I don't think I can trust anyone in the school, so I will have to find people outside of it. Under no circumstances are you to let Bismarck or his inner circle get a hold of that letter, all right?"
Blue stood up straighter as if he understood what was being asked of him. Sometimes Ashelle believed he really could too, he'd never failed to deliver a letter not matter how obscure the directions.
Ashelle stopped stroking him and he looked around to get his bearings for a moment - then took off in the direction of Madrid, his blueish gray feathers were soon one with the clouds in the distance. Ashelle looked wistfully after him even after he was out of sight, until the rain started to come down, and she was forced to retreat inside the castle.
Dear Sirs or Madams,
My name is Professor Ashelle Gloria Vivianne Hunter-Rainier O'Conner, and I am looking for information on the Black Forest Church. Specifically, I need to know if any one remembers the old ways and prefers them to the killing sprees going on now under Bismarck.
If anyone of you, be they Hunter blood or not, would like to reply to me please feel free. Just be sure to send this letter on to any like minded individuals you know of. Please send replies to the Charms Professor's office, at Firefox University.
It was a long shot, but if anyone could fine the persons she wished to speak to it was Blue. Blue was a retired Secret Post Owl, he'd been one of the most expensive owls you could send post by in his younger days. But then he'd gotten somewhat slower, and the Post office had sold him to the O'Conners. He'd lost none of his keen senses though.
Ashelle had brought Blue up to the top of the astronomy tower, hoping to see which way he chose to fly off in, just out of curiosity, and kind of hoping to get a sense of which way help would come. She sighed as she prepared the letter and placed it in The carrying cylinder the O'Conners had given blue once they'd bought him.
Once the letter was encased, and the cylinder placed firmly on blue's back, Ashelle sighed and looked into the sky. The sky was grey with clouds, but the sun was shining thought them giving them what appeared to be a silver lining. However the clouds would not let the sun through and Professor O'Conner felt sure it would soon rain.
"Blue," she told the owl as she stroked his feathers, "I need you to find other like me. Either Hunters or former Hunters who do not like what's going on with the BFC. I don't think I can trust anyone in the school, so I will have to find people outside of it. Under no circumstances are you to let Bismarck or his inner circle get a hold of that letter, all right?"
Blue stood up straighter as if he understood what was being asked of him. Sometimes Ashelle believed he really could too, he'd never failed to deliver a letter not matter how obscure the directions.
Ashelle stopped stroking him and he looked around to get his bearings for a moment - then took off in the direction of Madrid, his blueish gray feathers were soon one with the clouds in the distance. Ashelle looked wistfully after him even after he was out of sight, until the rain started to come down, and she was forced to retreat inside the castle.