Gemotions

The woman examined the card in the harsh morning light. It was a beautiful card, and the lack of a signature was interesting. She had never been one for giving or receiving cards, but this one was different. It felt like an invitation. An invitation to something grander than she had.

She considered every angle, the font, the paper, the shop it might have come from. A new idea stirred within her, a plan forming in the back of her mind. She could feel a strange heat radiating through her, a burning desire to follow the clue, whatever it was. She wouldn't rest until she figured out where this card had come from.