The winter moon was waxing, shining down on the castle. She stood with her back against its wall, breath expanding into clouds as it left her lips and hit the freezing air. She had to make a quick exit and get to safety. The signal came from above and raising her gaze, she prepared to catch what was about to fall. Smuggled from within the castle and bound in a red felt wrapping, the package fell silently into her waiting arms and was swiftly spirited away.
Elune was the messenger's name.