It was difficult to believe that it had been only a handful of hours since I had plucked Jackaby's posting from the board next door. That little slip of paper had turned out to be my ticket into a more remarkable world than I could have imagined.
"DON'T DO ANYTHING UNTIL WE SPEAK.
I slip it into a privacy case, tuck it into the balloon's interior compartment, adjust the tiny golden compass, and send the palace-official post-balloon off the balcony. I watch as until its lilac body disappears in the dark."
I used to write my fair share of letters to far flung friends but have fallen out of the habit as of late. I would like to think that sending a post-balloon would entice more letters.