Aedan's home: Aedan and Fiach Who: Aedan and Fiach What: Aedan receives a guest. Where: Aedan's home When: Backdated, Feb 13th Warnings/Rating: Probably language.
The letter didn't come by any advanced means, but an ivory envelope that still smelled of herbs and the wax used to seal it. Only certain people ever sent him letters thus, and he broke the seal with a fingernail to pull out the interior contents. A single, folded sheet of paper. The handwriting inside was his aunt's hand, a brief warning that they were sending someone across the Atlantic to him.
Of course. Hadn't he said as much to Marta? No name was given on the sheet -- someone they didn't want known then, in case the letter was observed by anyone it shouldn't be. He pressed his nose to the crease, breathing in deep as if he could still smell the peat and the bog and the herbs drying -- and then he walked into the kitchen, lit the range top, and burned it. Such was the way of witches and such a missive was dangerous if anyone else found it.
He headed upstairs to prepare one of the guest rooms for his incoming house mate. He hoped, with all sincerity as he took out fresh linens, that they weren't a fucking arsehole.