Missing

this pretty little winged horse was last seen boarding a first class envelope in order to fly down to london and see the queen, before going to live with my sister. after weeks without any word of her arrival, i begin to fear the worst. if the villains of the postal service are holding her hostage, action will be taken. i refuse to rest until she is found and set free, and allowed to return to her rightful home.

i made the bracelet out of an ugly pair of earrings;
it sounds like windchimes when you move your wrist.