Three distinctly different letters arrive in response to the Festival invitation.
The first is nearly pristine, the writer choosing an ink that shimmers lightly iridescent as you turn it over, swirling cursive letters that give off the faint scent of lavender.
The second is a bit dusty, one corner saturated in dark blue as if the attendee may have spilled an inkwell and managed to snatch up the invitation just in time before it could spread to the rest of parchment.
The third is the most worse for wear, one distinct tea stained ring at the uppermost righthand corner the only discernable foreign matter on the page. There are other darker splotches of shades of green, though unidentifiable, it left an earthy smell that permeates the parchment that is not altogether unpleasant, but still encourages the reader to handle only the mostly "clean" edges.
@Nefertari
@Torielle
@Gareth
