Obsidian Hornet was wrestling a fence post into the it's hole when the notice arrived. The letter went unopened for some time, shoved roughly into her back pocket until she was finished with the days work.
By the time she had returned to her half-built house that night she had forgotten all about the letter. It wasn't until she slumped onto the thin mat she was sleeping on that she felt the letter and pulled it out. It was crumpled but she did her best to straighten it out before reading it.
In a single fluid motion she opened the letter, read through the contents, glanced at the sketch, and threw the bundle into open pot bellied stove to be burned when she made her morning tea.
By the time she had returned to her half-built house that night she had forgotten all about the letter. It wasn't until she slumped onto the thin mat she was sleeping on that she felt the letter and pulled it out. It was crumpled but she did her best to straighten it out before reading it.
In a single fluid motion she opened the letter, read through the contents, glanced at the sketch, and threw the bundle into open pot bellied stove to be burned when she made her morning tea.
