Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-7637833-20140924011706/@comment-25601775-20141027033352

"...oh, it's just you." The peacock said, a bit calmer, yet he nearly tore letter out of the courier's hand. After adjusting the seal and opening the letter, he could immediately tell it was his son's handwriting. It wasn't like he needed to, though. Yin never wrote to anyone. Granted, there were a few letters he'll recieve overseas, yet that was rare.

As soon as saw Yang mention his younger sister, the peacock slammed the door after murmuring a quiet thank you, meaning to dismiss the messanger. He then continued to read privately while he waited for his wife to return home.

To Mother and Father,

''I know this does sound surprising, and a bit unbelievable, but last night I ran into Yin again... Actually, she came to visit and save me from this killer "processor-washed" robotic dog. And no, it was not a demon, I assure you of that. Of course, she seemed like she was willing to let me die, but she did show up (well, break in) to make sure I was fine. Maybe she's changing for the better. I'm not sure.''

''Another thing I might like to add--she was with another bird. I believe he's a swallow. His name is Chikira...I'm sure I've heard his name before I met him, though I do not know where. Either way he seems like an okay guy, though the fact that he apparently owns the robot that had attempted to take my head bothers me.''

''I'll write to you both again if I find out more about this swallow character. In the meantime, I'm fine, still alive, all that stuff you two always worried about.''

-Yang

The peacock was displeased at the news, scowling the entire time he read Yang's words. The fallen king raised his head as soon as he heard knocking and the door opening once more. His wife stood there with her hand full of items.

"Is something wrong?" The queen asked, concerned as she saw the frustration in her husband's eyes.

"Organize your things, we're going to go visit our daughter." He replied, his voice cold. Chosing not to argue, she nods, later picking up the partially wrinkled letter (thanks to the peacock crushing it with his grip), understanding after going through it a few times.