V Rising Letters : Pigeons

[ A pigeon flies to you lopsided, smells of alcohol as if it were drunk. Tied to its back is a rolled scroll.  ]

To Rose, 

Perhaps I'll be willing to spin a short tale before tonights festivities. Besides, I believe that pondside seat would be a wonderful place to clear my mind in preparations. Besides, I had a gift to you, and your own.

May the sun guide you,

Mother Setsuna of The Soft Sun Church

Guard of The Shadow of Vardoran, Alastor

[To Madame Rose, Daughter of Rosalie]