Eoghan left his bedroom and headed to the owlry. In his hand was a parchment to his dear friend, Silas Bennett.
May 7, 1969
it's been a while since I've sent a correspondence. I want to apologize dearly for the lack of communication. It's been quite hectic at the nursery and I'm afraid it keeps me apart from those that are most important.
The nursery is coming along nicely, I must admit. I have been able to expand the business and have started to dabble in rare and exotic plant life. In addition, I have been able to employ a full time worker, and assistant who has become integral in the running of this business. They have been helping me with tending to the crop, which has led to me having a free fortnight. If it isn't too much of a bother, I'd would be so fortunate to spend the evening discussing your newest creation.
At the same time, if I may please I'd like to explore the library. There is a book about the uses of Mooncalf dung that I'd like to borrow. I have been exploring the uses of different fertilizer and their magical impact on the growth of the plants that have taken crop in the gardens. As much as you enjoy the books of philosophy, I too, enjoy reading of the plants that grow amongst us.
Through this labor, I have come to recognize the delight of my self-esteem. It seems as though I'd become disconnected from myself when I reside in the city and worked the corporate job. It's strange to say, but I've finally found something that I can claim as mine. It reminds me of the times you wrote from Russia and learned of the enchanting charms of experimental magic. I'd felt quiet jealous of that vigor you discovered and hoped to find and achieve that burning passion. From an abrupt change in my life, I finally understand how unadulterated knowledge can let us live with purpose.
Looking forward to hearing from you,
Your friend, Eoghan.
Carefully he melted blue wax over the candle and poured the wax at the seal. He sealed the letter with his business logo. Eoghan tied the letter to Georgie, the small tawny screecher, to secure it for the flight. The owl cooed as Eoghan tied the short note to his friend and he watched as it went out into the chilled night sky.