Dear pen pal...

In this weeks letter, Charlotte Wright will find the usual magical paper crane that once taken out of the envelope will do one little loop through the air before landing. However, she'll also find a surprise in the form of a paper flower that once she holds up it looks as if it hasn't bloomed yet. There will be instructions included and, if she twirls it between her fingers fast enough, the magic will activate and it will bloom before her eyes into a paper rose.

The handwriting was neat, albeit looking a bit like chicken scratch. Typical of Mr. Crane's short and quick cursive.

My dearest Pen.

Your latest letter thoroughly amused me. I'm glad to hear you enjoyed the elephant so much, and that my tricks still manage to impress you after all this time. No, I dare say, I did not fall on any hedges while I scaled my latest wall to get to the bottom of London's latest scandal. I've given up the idea of being a wall climber, and my arse thanks me for it. I've turned my attention to something more interesting as of late, as a series of gem thieves strikes again. From what I've learned they managed to catch two, and a third was injured and apprehended. To my surprise, it was a woman they captured. Concussed during the escape. If my resource is correct, she was even taken to stay at a detective's home for observation, and then brought in the next morning. What's even more peculiar is she managed to escape her holdings. My theory is she can use metal magic, and thus how she's eluded the street runners for so long. 

Enough about my theories though. There is a great matter of importance I wish to speak to you about. And it is with earnest haste that I must say I cannot be patient any longer. I hope I've been clear in my admiration of your work, what little snippets you allow me to read, and that you see what great affection I have for you even if it is merely words. Words however can say a great deal about a person. Letters are but a way to see a true person's heart as it's easier to put feelings to parchment then by tongue. However, I'd rather your ears hear what I truly wish to say to you. 

This fun little game of ours is coming to an end, my sweet Penelope. You give me a great honor in allowing me to know you in such a way. To allow me to open up and layout vulnerabilities I dare not tell another soul. You've become a well and trusted friend, and so much more. 

Penelope, I desire to lay my eyes on you. The real, in the flesh, you. Partially to confirm to myself that you aren't some illusion, and are in fact real. You exist in this world with me, and not merely on parchment. I am not a man that usually begs, but here I am. Begging you humbly, to find the time to meet with me. For us to finally see who is behind the letter. I'm more than ready to take this leap, but only if you are. If you don't feel it's time, then I can be patient for a bit longer. 

I shall patiently await your next letter. 

Always Yours,

Mr. Crane