To Sister Tanuki | An Owl

[Werew0lf 12119]

 

Wise, knowing eyes settle onto an empty parchment; a golden cross scarring the foremost left of his unblinking digits. Raising a sharp talon, the Owl clutches at a feathered quill and begins to write - a magical pen, one that does not require ink. In frustration, the Owl tosses the parchment into another pile of torn letters, and then rewrites. His glorious wings span outwards upon completion, and so the Owl begins to reread the letter. 

 

“To Sister Tanuki….”

 

 

Each night, I take flight in hopes of reaching your stars. They look marvelous, gleaming with an odd radiance. I knew then, it was crafted by your hand. I stare at them in wonder, each night folding blankets of white clouds, and displaying a mirage of shooting stars. How it must feel to be free of this world. 

 

Sister, I hope you have been in good health. However, I write to you with greed and selfish desire. You see, I require assistance with one of my contracts. One desires immortality, a gift that we both know to be accursed. Another desires godhood, but that would be an evil I would not spread. 

 

Yet, one intrigues me. He is ambitious, a man of authority, but caring of his people. For each night, this man dreams of walking across the stars, from one world to another; he wishes to save people as he goes from realm to realm. Is that not fascinating, sister Tanuki?

 

Sadly, my touch is filled with evil. Are you able to meet? I wish to fulfill this hopeless dream, and then retire in watching this man shake the world with good.

 

Kind regards,

An Owl, great no more. 

[milksoda 782]

The Tanuki lofted that parchment upward a singular hand resting behind her head as she remain suspended upon the air itself. Her being covered in oddly hued flour. Her lazed mannerisms present in her tone, as she read over that familiar wish - one she had heard many times before.

"The Owl? Actin' good? That's my thing!" she mused to no one in particular "Meh, I knew he'd turn around eventually!" beamed that joyous entity as she procure comically sized hammer.

"A good excuse for a break as any!" she'd exclaim as she send one last fervent swing into a pound of rice flour - a favor for an old friend. Before that cosmic vagabond did soar off, in search of the Wise Brother.