A letter arrived:
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While reading over the note Scarlet frows and then burns the object. She watches the fire devour it and adds a few balled up scrap papers to the fire and mixes the ashes once they've also been consumed by the flames. Moving to her desk she pulls out different cordage, the language was more textile and touch. Adding a series of knots in a variety of different textiles she wove her response. Handing it off to Feathers, by tying it to his foot and securing that with a light scrap of cloth to protect it, she sent him out into the sky to deliver her message