"You poor thing. Have a rest and I'll send Cinders next," she told Bartholomew, giving the owl some treats. Minerva decided if she and Atlas were going to send owls back and forth for the night, they could use different owls.
You don't have to call me that, but I'm used to it and I rather like the nickname. I'm curious what sort of name you would give me, and I hope it isn't something bland like darling, or sweetheart.
I'm rather sure which part that you enjoyed most, and that won't be the extent of our visit to the Emerald Isle. You're going there to repent your sins, yes?
How about I tell you a story then? Or we could write it back and forth together... I'll start.
Once upon a time, in a far away land there lived a young woman all alone save for her cat and an owl. Her house was a cabin by an ocean and every night she would swim naked because she loved the feel of the water against her bare skin.
One night as she slipped outside from the cabin wearing no clothes, she was being watched by a young man who was from a nearby village. He had heard about a beautiful woman who lived alone and he was curious about how beautiful she really was. In a tree he watched her, as she stepped into the ocean and the water caressed her naked body like a lover's hand...
Minerva grinned, folding the letter and giving it to Cinders. "Take this to our friend Atlas," she instructed the bird.