Letter after letter Arabella wrote. Ada put her hands on deck as well, writing as many as she could before distributing them around the country with the search party group heads in mind.
By the end of it, their wrists, arms and fingers ached and only once finished and sent out did they ridiculously realize that both Morgana and the fairies could have spread the word without that amount of hassle.
"I suppose for us humans we will always go the practical route before thinking of magic," Ada chuckled.
"That could just become our downfall," Arabella sighed, "I think Silas might not come back any time soon if he receives the message so, I am going to go ahead and finally take that bath you blackmailed me for,"
"Hey!" Ada frowned, "I had good intentions!"
In response, Arabella grinned, gave her a wink before commenting, "Well, you know what they say; the road to hell is paved with good intentions,"
