Snail mail is fine but...

The average 'Outie' (humans outside the Realm) having a message delivered by postal service is common and not something special.  But here in the Realm of Wymsy it seems that everyone has their own special means to get 'the message' out.  The Sleeping Sisters have the Petal Post, Queen Ffion now has the Nytemares while Parsley has the Mushroom Line, and Cornelia & Efem has the Bee-Gs.  

​There is even a local newspaper called the Bellwether that is ran by some crazy newspaper editor called 'Snoop'.  But the Dowager Griselda has something truly unique as they are created from wishes.  They are the Flutterbys.  Which is why she is using them to call out the council for an emergency session as she wishes everyone there.

Silently a Flutterby drifts into the castle window and lands on the single rose left in the vase near the window.  Ffion had placed it there in remembrance of her father, the Shadows' King, who had recently vanished when the Wish Dragon transformed into a Moon Dragon.  ​Ffion has had so much to do since then that she is still trying to figure out what it all was about. She has barely been able to keep up with the messages coming in from her new subjects.

Between finding out she was a Nyte Shade and now the Queen of the Shadows' Realm, she still is trying to get her priorities established.  "There is so much that I have to learn and so little time in a day," she thought to herself as she sat at her desk reading some of the material left to her by Awena.  As Ffion started to turn a page, she noticed the Flutterby on the rose and smiled.  She gazed on it warmly as she knew that it must be from her counselor, Griselda.  Before she could even acknowledge it,  the Flutterby proceeded to tell her about the emergency meeting to be held at the Village on the Wall council room.  "The Dowager would never tell me 'Now' if it wasn't an emergency," Ffion thought to herself.  She immediately sent for Scarlet to ready her coach with the Nytemares.  They would get her there in a flash.

As Ffion's message was being delivered, another Flutterby was floating into the Troll King's receiving chamber.  The others there did not notice, but Drat, the old king's minion, immediately saw the Flutterby and figured that it was important.  Since Drat had just recently became the new king's Chief Counselor with great perks, he didn't want to have the new king miss this message. 

​"Sire.  I suggest that you take a break from the tediousness of your new duties and possibly retire to your chambers," Drat told King Dulbbe.  At first Dulbbe only stared at Drat, but quickly he realized that Drat had something to tell him.  "An outstanding idea," Dulbbe replied as he stood and preceded his counselor to his private chambers.  Once inside and the door was closed, the appearance of decorum quickly disappeared.  Dulbbe turned to Drat and asked, "What did I do wrong now?  This being King business is a lot harder than being an accountant."

"Sire, you are doing fine.  Except, maybe you might want to consider growling at your subjects a little more often.  It is good to keep them concerned that you might do something to them.  It seemed to work wonders for your predecessor," answered Drat.  "But that is not why I suggested you adjourn.  As you were speaking a Flutterby arrived from the Dowager." 

It was then Dulbbe realized that the Flutterby had flown into his chambers when they entered and was now sitting on his shoulder.  Quickly it whispered Griselda's message.  "The Dowager is calling an emergency meeting of the council," the King told Drat.  "Any suggestions on how to get there fast?"  Drat only smiled and said, "You aren't going to like this as it is not too comfortable... but we have secret ways..."

As the Flutterbys continue to deliver their message, finally one arrives at Granny Flare's cottage as she was looking up in her magical cook book on How to Rid a House of Dust Bunnies. House Brownies never would have dust in their homes unless they put it there themselves to have something to clean or they were invaded by these rasky rabbitz!

As the Flutterby tells Granny the message, she slowly closes her cookbook.  "If this meeting is what I think it is,  then everyone there will need something to eat.  I have never known Griselda to hold a short meeting," she ponders.  "I should also probably bring that old Dragon book I got from Atian's library before he left on his trip.  It will be needed I am thinking."