[ She looks up to him with a tilt of her head. A question and wanting to do something he has wished to do? A sort of nervousness washes over her then. Why, she can't properly say, but there is a sense of electricity and sudden urge to move that takes her then. Alkaid places her other hand on the one she holds and takes a few steps, tugging him along the way. They may not find entire privacy, but a bit further into the decorated trees may at least give them something.
Once further in, she stops and turns to look at him. The hand in her fur muffler clutches the small box she holds. An uncharacteristic amount of anxiousness takes her. What if the gift was the wrong choice? What if she should have never gotten one? What if, now that the war is over, he wishes to part ways after this night? Surely, there are better prospects now that he is a revered man. One must surely be waiting that will not always be whisked away by the plans of others...
Alkaid looks at the ground with her tail curling around her, closing her eyes to muster up the courage to give him what she has made. How utterly pathetic. She can look down Primals and the politics of men, but quiver at the idea of the man she loves dismissing her. ]
Please, before you ask, allow me...
[ Her hand leaves his in order to pull a small packaged gift from the inside of the fur muff. She holds it out to him, allowing him to take the palm sized gift. Then, she places both of her hands in the muff with her eyes cast downwards. Fear, excitement, embarrassment, it's all a mess on her face as he opens the gift.
Inside the package held together by a single ribbon is an emblem on a chain. The emblem is his adopted house's sigil with a dragon winding around it. A gem as blue as the earring he wears is nestled between the two. Once removed, it is clear a small note is tucked away inside.]
Dearest Aymeric,
This note is written in case you must open this present after our meeting - and so rarely can we speak out loud as we would wish.
My skills as a goldsmith are quite lacking, so I cannot take the credit for melding this gift. What I can say is that it is not merely a trinket to wear in front of the other houses or on the battlefield. It has been imbued with a protective spell as well as a healing spell. Merely wish for either and the enchantment will take place. I cannot always be with you to heal or protect as I so deeply wish -- thus I hope this will suffice in my stead.
Isghard will always be the home to my sister and I. No matter where the winds blow us, the sights we see, the people we meet? We always long to return to the city that sheltered us when none would. Even more so, there is one person in particular I wish to return to.
In our travels, we have found that very few feel things as we do. The love for our star, the empathy for those that we meet, the desire to help any in our path. It seems only as if people we meet understand this once we have aided them to the fullest. As such, it would not surprise me if the feelings I hold for you are not returned in equal measure, nor do I expect them to be.
I love the care you have for your countrymen, the adoration and faith you have in your city-state. The respect that you have for all life - not just that of your own kin. The desire to see the world beyond your borders, but the quiet acceptance of where you are most needed. The man and the Lord Commander both are one in the same. One I love deeply and would hope to continue to come home, should he so wish it.
Yours lovingly, K'lantaa.
[ Should he wish to return his gaze to her, he will find her staring at the ground. Her eyebrows turned upwards as her hands twist and entwine her fingers in and out again within the muff. She quite obviously does not expect an answer... ]
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Once further in, she stops and turns to look at him. The hand in her fur muffler clutches the small box she holds. An uncharacteristic amount of anxiousness takes her. What if the gift was the wrong choice? What if she should have never gotten one? What if, now that the war is over, he wishes to part ways after this night? Surely, there are better prospects now that he is a revered man. One must surely be waiting that will not always be whisked away by the plans of others...
Alkaid looks at the ground with her tail curling around her, closing her eyes to muster up the courage to give him what she has made. How utterly pathetic. She can look down Primals and the politics of men, but quiver at the idea of the man she loves dismissing her. ]
Please, before you ask, allow me...
[ Her hand leaves his in order to pull a small packaged gift from the inside of the fur muff. She holds it out to him, allowing him to take the palm sized gift. Then, she places both of her hands in the muff with her eyes cast downwards. Fear, excitement, embarrassment, it's all a mess on her face as he opens the gift.
Inside the package held together by a single ribbon is an emblem on a chain. The emblem is his adopted house's sigil with a dragon winding around it. A gem as blue as the earring he wears is nestled between the two. Once removed, it is clear a small note is tucked away inside.]
[ Should he wish to return his gaze to her, he will find her staring at the ground. Her eyebrows turned upwards as her hands twist and entwine her fingers in and out again within the muff. She quite obviously does not expect an answer... ]