private thread with @Wyatt Starkey
After such a long week, Morgan had finally decided to write his mother back. He wasn't avidly avoiding her, but he was avoiding a situation he knew was arising back in his grandparent's home. It had taken him forever to find the right words to say; and after countless crumbling and ink splattered messes that left his roommate flushed with bubbling anger, he dotted down what he thought was best.
"Hello Mother. . I miss you, so much so. So much all the time. I'm good. How is everyone? I hope they're well. ."
He attempted to answer his own question, as to deviate from learning the real truth. He stopped himself from reminiscing what was in his enclosed envelope, for he feared he'd deem it no longer proper and discard it away just as the previous ones.
He wasn't surprised to see a couple of forgotten pages around the floor. He smiled at them from his view, not taking the chance to read someone's personal letter, and accidentally learn something he shouldn't have. Though from where he was, he could see the occasional 'Dear Mom,' or, 'Best Regards.'
As he wandered he became more invested, so many thoughts and feelings that remain unheard. But it wasn't until be came across a sole piece of paper that he stopped. Eyebrows fringed together over his forehead, pinching the top of his nose. Morgan took it upon himself to pick up the drawing which he'd come across, looking for a name in case it had fallen out of someone's reach. Upon finding none, he took a look around him, whose was this?
He wasn't much of an art appreciator in his time but this interested him greatly. Not only did he love mysteries, but he loved to solve them-- if there was anything to solve at all. He took it with him, Morgan thought perhaps he missed something, and the wizard or witch who drew this had been far more methodical than he thought in hiding their identity.
Grabbing a quill, ink, and parchment as well as a seat, he began his own endeavor. He took a look at the drawing before him, trying to understand some double meaning or.. something he wasn't seeing, but, he couldn't.
So Morgan did what any other sane bloke would do. He drew.
Now, what to draw, though? To him it was easier to journal, words made the world go 'round. But this was the task at hand; the other had unknowingly set the rules, and he was to follow them. He smiled at this, a small adventure that perhaps wouldn't go too far. Who wanted to spend their time responding to a stranger? Well, he did.
He drew about his favorite thought. The stillness of being on a rowboat in the water. To some that imagery was scary, but for him, it was calming. So, following the pace he drew the waves, and the oar battling against the current with the breeze blowing overtop. When he was done, he made sure to seal it tight in an envelope, not stamping much as to who he was.
"Do you know who sent this? Could you help me?" He only really had one shot this would work, and he was entrusting this owl to get the job done.
Last edited by Morgan Bowens on 6th May 2020, 5:35 am, edited 1 time in total.
"Why is it that when one man builds a wall,
the next man immediately needs to know
what's on the other side?”