Forced Flight PV Claire Ducasse

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Date: 03/01/25 | Time: 07:45 | CC: #4d6c84
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โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€Taking a long, steaming hot shower was something most would do after working out. Ariana, however, had a different view on the order of how things were meant to be done. After taking her morning shower, she slipped on her archery uniform and was about to leave the house as she felt a hand being placed on her shoulder. Instinctively spinning around as though she'd been caught red-handed, Ariana came face to face with Maya Gรฉnesis Rivera- the woman who was supposed to be her mother. At first she almost glared at her, but remembering the words from her dream about giving her mother a chance, Ariana simply looked at her elder blankly. "Ariana, my dear. I know you must be asking yourself what brings me here to speak to you so early. But today I ask you not to go about your physical activities." If Ariana was disappointed, she didn't show it. She swallowed the fact that the words Maya had chosen for hunting were so evasive, and her blank expression remained โ€” maybe with difficulty, but no one could see through it. Not even her own mother, who seemed to be lost for words for a moment before continuing. "Yes, no hun- I mean, no physical strain on you for once would do you good. I have established a connection with a certain Ducasse, who's daughter currently attends Beauxbรขtons." As if it wasn't obvious, she added, "Beauxbรขtons, as in the Academy of Magic instated in France, of course."

Now Ariana couldn't resist the urge to interrupt. Whatever would her mother contact someone from France about? "Why-" "You shall initiate correspondence with Srta. Miss. Ducasse. Their family is, as I understand it, of good standards. You have not been socializing enough." After a slight pause to make sure she had been clear, the Rivera finished with a curt "You will begin today." Ariana was so stunned that she almost dropped her precious bow. Almost. "But madre mother-" The girl bit back her words as she saw her mother's expression. Helpless but set in stone, exactly the same as when her (former(?)) husband had left them. Ariana knew that they were both thinking back at that moment, the transition between having no prejudice against muggles and seeing them as untrustworthy mistakes. Leaving her mother standing there after quickly giving her hand a quick squeeze, Ariana left the room, found a quill and parchment and began to write.
January 3rd 2025
Srta. A. Westonfield-Rivera | RE
Chrysaetos - The Rivera Estate, | TU
Valparaรญso, Chile | RN

Srta. Ducasse,
I am Ariana Westonfield-Rivera, daughter of Maya Gรฉnesis Rivera and inhabitant of Chrysaetos, the Rivera Estate near Valparaรญso, Chile. I was informed that our elders have established this connection overseas and see it fit for us to write to each other consistently. Although I am unsure of how long they wish to oversee these exchanges, I myself will uphold the connection as long as is expected and will reply further if I receive word from you in return.

That said, it would be a waste of parchment to send this letter without fulfilling our elders' request of dutifully updating each other as needed. Therefore, I will share that I attend Castelobruxo in Brazil during the school year and have pursued archery for quite a long time, a skill I have obtained through much practice and dedication. I signed up for my school's duelling team not long after the winter break.

I was told you attend Beauxbรขtons Academy of Magic, France. From my understanding one reaches the school by riding a flying carriage, or is that simply a rumor?

Whether you are eager to withhold this connection or not, expect updates regularly in good faith. Should you see it fit to reply, I will write back. If not, I will simply keep things short. My intention is not to pester you with letters unnecessarily.


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โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€It would suffice. After firmly tying the letter to their owl Kukulkan, named after the Mayan feathered serpent deity of wind, storms and rain, Ariana watched as the graceful and resilient bird flew into the morning sky and out of sight.
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