Mohowauuck unrolled the parchment, the style of writing and type of ink used indicated that the sender was old-fashioned and proper. Upon a quick glance, Lady Mo gathered that the letter was from Lord Bedivere, inviting her to join a meeting amongst other oldboods at Carfax Castle. He offered a plane ride to the private location, giving her most assurances that the fuel and aircraft were as sustainable as possible. She crumbled the invitation in her hand, disgruntled at the idea of having to fly in one of the misshapen mechanical bird vehicles. It wasn't her style, not in the least, but it was the quickest form of travel. Maybe just this once the ends would justify the means.

Lady Mohowauuck stepped onto the plane carefully. Her eyes were distrustfully and apprehensive until she found Magnus there, at least she wasn't traveling alone. She silently took the seat across from Magnus and peered out of one of the many clear glass planes, offering her a distorted view of the outside world. She muttered something that would be incoherent to Magnus under her breath.