Lycoris had been in the midst of admiring this years bounty when her mother announced she had gotten a letter. Her mother was correct in her assumption that this was of no interest to the youngest of the Dempsey children as she was more concerned with her new belongings. It was no surprise to her that a young poet had reached out but was also of no personal concern to her.

Lycoris had just been opening the pages of the personalized sketchbook someone had gifted her when her mothers cry and the plate crashing had her attention whipping to the older woman. "Mama?" She called out in concern. Had the letter come with some sort of terrible news?