Beneath The Midnight Rain. Solo

Winds cleared by the pale touch of frost that accompanied the tears of the veiled moon above.

Nabi,

Sir Boreas Regalis Park died 3 weeks ago. Your father and I have been... preoccupied with other matters to notify you sooner. The equerries insisted that we notify you of his passing, as they believed you were quite fond of the creature.

The house elves disposed of his remains; however, we have made a commemorative plaque that has been affixed to your garden's entrance. Feel free to view this on your next visit.

Regards,
Your Mother.

The words plain, painted with just enough care to be considered on par with her name. The one the quiet soul carried with twitching ears and dark eyes, oddly aware of his surroundings like the young Park was of the onlooking owls.

Hoots mixing with the ever-falling rain outside.

The page began to crumple, crushed beneath the weight of a peculiar jab she felt in her chest. Another hoot would cause her to completely rip the parchment, and a tear rolled down her cheek. Of the few things she cared for, Nabi never expected it to be a small creature who spoke through thumps while following her through the fog.

Innocence in its purest form.

Buried with mud and rusted metal.

Nabi drew her wand and set fire inside the tower of ruffling owls. Pale dilated eyes watching the torn letter subcumb under the point of her wand.

Beneath the midnight rain, the silence faded, and the fire cauterized the bleeding pelt.