Now that Arv had put the first stage of this particular plan into action, business had been duly conducted and he was impatient to begin stage two. For Porphyria Dempsey was a fellow adventurer (albeit in a different way), and while there was a great freedom to be found in gliding through the skies, far more of that freedom had been taken away from her. Arven empathised very much, and sought to return her the use of her writing-hand, her walking-feet, her boat-sinking abilities...

With a smile at her wry comment, Arven nodded, repositioning the letter in his coat pocket as he lingered in the doorway. "I will keep you closely updated by owl. And if I may, I'd like to visit again next week." Sure enough, news or no news, Arven would return to the gardens every now and again to speak with Miss Dempsey about this or that — writing, roaming, musings.

"I, er... I won't bring my pet ferret."