Door looks troubled. "I don't know, but I don't like what I'm guessing."
She reaches for the little latch hidden beneath Chimney's chest-feathers. //Did you make it to the Marquis?//
Chimney ducks her beak. //Coat-man yes! Loud at me when I poked him but had to be flying.//
That gets a small smile from Door. "You poked him?"
The breastplate opens, and three small objects roll out into Door's hand. The third being a Tootsie Roll, of course, but the first two are rolled-up pieces of parchment.
"Two?" That's odd. de Carabas isn't exactly an extravagant letter-writer, whatever else about him might fall into that category. Door unrolls the first of them, the one on less ragged paper.
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Date: 2007-08-28 07:52 am (UTC)She reaches for the little latch hidden beneath Chimney's chest-feathers. //Did you make it to the Marquis?//
Chimney ducks her beak. //Coat-man yes! Loud at me when I poked him but had to be flying.//
That gets a small smile from Door. "You poked him?"
The breastplate opens, and three small objects roll out into Door's hand. The third being a Tootsie Roll, of course, but the first two are rolled-up pieces of parchment.
"Two?" That's odd. de Carabas isn't exactly an extravagant letter-writer, whatever else about him might fall into that category. Door unrolls the first of them, the one on less ragged paper.