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Kestrel, better known by her journalist name, Pigeon, searches for hard-hitting truths in her village. They hope to one day make a daily paper- between their cheery attitude and grounded nature, they'll make it!
Dear Kestrel,
I was at the lake last evening when a whole choir of frogs started up their night time serenades. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard! I wish you could have heard it too.
With love,
Silforrin
I was at the lake last evening when a whole choir of frogs started up their night time serenades. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard! I wish you could have heard it too.
With love,
Silforrin
Dear Friend Kestrel,
I can't believe it's Snowmelt already! I can't wait to show you drawings of all the new species of flowers I've discovered south of the woods.
With love,
Silforrin
I can't believe it's Snowmelt already! I can't wait to show you drawings of all the new species of flowers I've discovered south of the woods.
With love,
Silforrin
Dear Friend Kestrel,
Did you know that there is a brambled island at the heart of Crescent Lake? We took a boat around it today! I swear there is some kind of structure buried inside all those thorns, do you think someday we'll be able to find out what it is?
With love,
Silforrin
Did you know that there is a brambled island at the heart of Crescent Lake? We took a boat around it today! I swear there is some kind of structure buried inside all those thorns, do you think someday we'll be able to find out what it is?
With love,
Silforrin
Summer 38, Year 9
Dear Friend Pigeon,Today we saw the biggest flower I have ever seen in my life. It must have been the size of an Old City bus. Maybe bigger? We could fit an entire house inside it. I think if we go further south, there will be more and more of these, and you know we'll have to try doing so.
With love,
Silforrin
