[h1][color=ededb2]Martin Iglesias[/color] and [color=slategray]Kantus, Lord of Owls[/color][/h1]
November 18, 4:36 PM
West Commons, Kantus' Clinic
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[i]Mister Iglesias,

I write to you to acknowledge your continued service to the city of Voldoa and the Engineers. And beyond mere acknowledgement, I present to you an offer. At the recommendation of another individual, I have deemed you qualified to attain a higher status as one of our Hands. Should you wish to pursue this opportunity, come to our Observatory in Old Voldoa at your earliest convenience. Show this letter to the receptionist. She will direct you to my office, and we will discuss this further.

[right]Regards,

Hugo Tarblatt[/right][/i]

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Millions of thoughts ran through Martin's head, and his large, dark eyes ran over the letter a few times. Observatory? Hand status? Recommendation? He, unfortunately, didn't know many otherkin personally enough for them to have recommendations sent in his name. Hell, Kantus and Nessa had been the few he interacted with on a regular basis and, he was certain that Nessa was not a Hand. Not that that was a bad thing.

This was an unexpected surprise, and while a good one, he doubted it had been his higher up that had recommended him. The Lord of Owls was secretive and didn't speak much with him. When he did it had always been blunt, concise, and to the point. So the mystery persisted in his own mind. It could've just been a copied letter - they might've not actually gotten a recommendation, but then why contact a nurse in the West Commons? He didn't feel like he had done anything that noteable recently.

He pushed backward with his long, lanky legs and stood up, re-reading the paper as he did so and not looking where he was going, which led to him knocking over various objects and scrambling to catch them (and sometimes failing) on his way to his destination. "[color=ededb2]Kantus,[/color]" he began, "[color=ededb2]Do you know anything about this? I just got it delivered with my portfolio.[/color]" he said, presenting his employer with the letter of recommendation.

Kantus grabbed the letter with one of the thin, gray, human-esque arms peeking out of the folds of his coat. He gazed down at it with those large, blank eyes of his. [color=slategray]"Right on time."[/color] He said, in his usually low voice. His beak didn't move an inch. No part of his face did. He handed the letter back to Martin. [color=slategray]"Congratulations."[/color]

Martin blinked.

"[color=ededb2]I'll uh... I'll take that as a yes... I'll get back to work. I probably wont be able to stay afterward today like I normally do because... you get the idea.[/color]" Martin said, giving Kantus his signature Cheshire grin and slowly backing out of the room to return to his work, giving the Lord Of Owls an awkward wave with his long spindly fingers before shutting the door behind him. As he shut it however, his fingers got caught in the door. There was a string of muffled curses from the other side of the door as he cracked the door again, pulled his fingers out, and shut it again.

Kantus merely shook his head.

Maybe writing that recommendation letter wasn't the best idea.