Classy, Controlled Chaos - The STEAM Team Adventures

🦋 Metamorphosis [2/7] 🦋

Marshall's POV:

Writing was never really my strong suit, but when it came to checking in on my friends, I did my best to come up with something decent at least.

Addison and I were resting in the Archives, sharing a beanbag next to the window-wall after a long night of binge reading.

She was fast asleep, nestled in the nook of my right wing.

I had a sheet of papyrus on my lap and an ink pen in the other, brainstorming ideas on what to write.

Carefully reaching over to the side, I grabbed a pillow from another beanbag, gently setting it down close to her arms.

She subconsciously wrapped her arms around it, mumbling something in her half-awake state and promptly went back to sleep.

There we go, now there's no chance that I could disturb her beauty rest.

I tapped the tip of my pen against the papyrus, closing my eyes and searching my head for ideas.

Letters were a classic; I would go with one just to start out.

The question was, for who?

Someone that comes first into mind... Addison.

Wait, no, she's right next to me. If she woke up and saw me writing a letter to her while she was next to me, I'd probably get a weird look.

I would say Sophii, but then again, she's a cat who has little knowledge of the written  human language. I'd have to read it out loud to her, and trust me, it's not gonna look pretty.

Edward doesn't really deserve my energy, he's gotten enough attention from Sir Nyx and Sir Blizzard anyways.

That really only leaves one person: Tia.

The chances of her ripping my letter to shreds (and possibly me as well) was pretty high if she did manage to receive it, and even then, she may be too busy fighting in Everhallow to read mail.

Unless I sent it to King Arthur, the note would have a chance.

It was a maybe at best, but I'd give it a shot.

I opened my eyes, staring down at the sheet of papyrus on my lap.

As I began writing with my stream of consciousness, I let the words flow through my head and out through the ink.

Dear Riptide Ranger,

Hey, Tia, Marshall here. It's been a while since you've written to us. Or has it? I guess so if you consider a good two weeks away from the Horizon Library a while. But... What really is a while? I-

Before I could write my next word, the paper ripped, a large gash scored through the sheet like the nasty-looking scar.

I frowned, crumpling it up into a ball and breathing out a small flame, watching the papyrus light ablaze in my hand.

"It's oddly satisfying to see paper burn up like that." Addison yawned sleepily from beside me, pulling her hood over her face. "Like, it's not supposed to be so pretty, but it really is."

"Remind me not to let you play with matches." I chuckled, discarding ashes once the sheet had finally stopped burning. "Also, you've only slept for two hours, Addi. Go back to sleep."

"But I'm not sleepy anymore," She replied, rubbing her eyes. "I'm gonna go read one of the Birchshire books. The author just published her newest book and I've wanted to read it for a while."

"May I read with you, then?" I asked her, gently pulling my fiery wing out from underneath her body. "If you're comfortable with that, of course. No pressure."