An enchanted set of letters all put together to be shaped as a dove finds Wraithvine and Bribrid, batted into the elf's lap by the fluffy Lilbit. It was set of letters written by children. All thanking them. Some with drawings, some with words, some with little flowers. Their teachers helped send the gift. -- Anon Guest
It had been an exhausting slog of a rescue. Wraithvine used all hir spells and most of hir energy saving as many lives as possible. Bibrid did the same, pretending to 'summon' a silver Dragon to help with the heavy lifting and wide-area magic use.
They left before anyone could throw a party about their success rate. Parties always meant more work for the legendary sort.
Wraithvine had been teaching Bibrid the art of subtle escape for some decades already. They'd both honed it to pinpoint precision by now. Making good distance between the area and their current camp. After such hard effort, time to stare at the stars and enjoy the relative silence was vital for their recuperation.
Three days later, the avian construct found them.
It looked like a very fat white dove, circling around the camp in a slow, lowering spiral. At least until Lilbit leaped up and snatched it out of the air. Fluffy tail high, she brought her 'kill' to Wraithvine. Where it fell apart into at least hundred pieces of paper with wax pencil drawings. Some with the large letters of those new to writing things down.
Most started with creative spellings of, Dear Wraithvine. Many started with similar variations on, Dear Bibrid. Most of the rest started with variations of, Thank you.
One had one word, Resku and showed a grey crayon dragon scooping a small figure out of the mud, with a stick figure in a rainbow hat pointing them out, Someone else had written, Rinni by the small figure, but the rest of it was clearly Rinni's heartfelt effort.
Rinni had turned four years old on the day that Wraithvine had left them in the care of Lilly and the other survivors. They must have learned their letters just to write with the other children.
These letters would join Wraithvine's treasures. Saved for the days when ze found hope hard to reach.
Tonight, though, they would read every single one.
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