Who had sent him a letter carried by such a monstrosity of a bird? This had to be some sort of sick joke. Was that his mother's handwriting, though? Archer narrowed his eyes in order to try and see if he was correct, but he was interrupted by a pair of voices commenting on his latest misfortune.

First, he gaped at Miss Finch. The vulture in question appeared as if it might just rip his arm off. Owls could cause quite a bit of damage, and they weren't nearly as large or intimidating. How did she expect him to retrieve his letter unscathed? Then again, how had his mother survived, if that was, indeed, hers.

"H-How."

To Idunn, he lifted his shoulders hopelessly. "I-I don't know. It's not mine." Or was it?

The bird was rather patient. Perhaps, it expected the boy to be a nervous wreck, or maybe it was vain and just enjoyed the other children admiring its plumage.