TimDrake
It's not a local bird.
Haruki stumbles into the kitchen and finds his mother staring at it. The bird, a tawny brown owl, stares back.
“I’ve never seen someone use an owl as a messenger bird,” He says, seeing the letter between them. It sits innocently on the table.
“Me either.” She agrees, looking disgruntled. The letter is an envelope instead of a scroll.
“Who’s it from?” Haruki brushes past her into the kitchen. “Can I get some cereal?”
"Go for it. And it doesn't say."
Haruki reaches for his favorite box only to pause with his arm stretched out.
“It’s addressed to you.”
He gets over the surprise and snags the box.
“That’s weird.”