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⟪ There is a note, and a tiny bundle wrapped in simple brown paper, held together with a string. The note reads: ⟫
ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢,
ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰, 𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔭𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔪 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔴𝔫 – 𝔶𝔢𝔱 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔠𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔬 𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔤𝔦𝔣𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔞 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔞𝔶.
𝔐𝔞𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔟𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱,
𝔐𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔢
⟪ She hasn't much of a sense of the value of things, but she'd found a necklace in the meagre selection of jewellery at the general store. The pendant has the shape of a ship, sails proud and high, and it had reminded her of his liking for the sea. ⟫
ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢,
ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰, 𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔭𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔪 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔴𝔫 – 𝔶𝔢𝔱 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔠𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔬 𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔤𝔦𝔣𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔞 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔞𝔶.
𝔐𝔞𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔟𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱,
𝔐𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔢
⟪ She hasn't much of a sense of the value of things, but she'd found a necklace in the meagre selection of jewellery at the general store. The pendant has the shape of a ship, sails proud and high, and it had reminded her of his liking for the sea. ⟫
[Dear god what to say to all these messages?? Is this how people from the future use these tablets? Why would Daylight be that concerned about his safety?]
I'm here and I'm fine. Thank you for your concern. I think I was only gone a few days based on the date. That's a relief!
I'm here and I'm fine. Thank you for your concern. I think I was only gone a few days based on the date. That's a relief!
[Not expecting there to be something at the door, he steps forward on exiting the room, sees it just in time to keep from stepping on it, and ends up tumbling sideways in the hallway with a thud. But he sits upright and reads the note, and a hand drifts over his mouth in surprise. It's for him? A gift? He hadn't expected anyone to take notice of the date on his headstone, much less try to do something nice for him. Has she seen his death, then? Or was she able to pull away from that lure to leave an offering there, and instead came straight here? It's a shame he missed her, but the headaches and anxiety and insomnia from the graves and their effects, and his lack of nicotine supply, have combined in ways that haven't made him the most social.
He opens the package and reveals its contents, and thinks he might cry as he lifts the simple cord with its pendant to see it. It's an incredibly kind gesture - the sort he hasn't received in years, for it's simple and charming and suits him well, unlike the expensive dinners and other luxuries his brother had tried to shove at him in attempts to make him smile. Doflamingo had given him things that Doflamingo would have wanted to receive. Melisandre has given something he genuinely treasures.
With a bit of fumbling, he tries to put on the necklace but the clasp is so small in his fingers that he can't quite manage it. He'll have to find someone to help. He'll have to track Melisandre down and thank her, too, withdrawals or not. He'll keep an eye out for her as he goes about the town today. Until then, the necklace will stay safe in his pocket.]
He opens the package and reveals its contents, and thinks he might cry as he lifts the simple cord with its pendant to see it. It's an incredibly kind gesture - the sort he hasn't received in years, for it's simple and charming and suits him well, unlike the expensive dinners and other luxuries his brother had tried to shove at him in attempts to make him smile. Doflamingo had given him things that Doflamingo would have wanted to receive. Melisandre has given something he genuinely treasures.
With a bit of fumbling, he tries to put on the necklace but the clasp is so small in his fingers that he can't quite manage it. He'll have to find someone to help. He'll have to track Melisandre down and thank her, too, withdrawals or not. He'll keep an eye out for her as he goes about the town today. Until then, the necklace will stay safe in his pocket.]
⟪ After dropping off the gift, she had taken a walk along the border of the forest, collecting numerous thin twigs. So far, she has used her scarf as a makeshift bag, but it is one of the few things from home she has left, and she cherishes it for its memories. It won't do to keep abusing it.
Eventually, she can be found by the bonfire, weaving her cleaned twigs together into the shape of a basket, but stopping once she notices his approach –– among the things she likes best about him is that he is difficult to miss, and thus less likely to startle her. She's.. a bit jumpy, at times. ⟫
It is good to see you, Rosinante. ⟪ She frowns, though. He doesn't look as well as she'd hoped, in fact, he has about the same look to him today as the two medics do. ⟫
Eventually, she can be found by the bonfire, weaving her cleaned twigs together into the shape of a basket, but stopping once she notices his approach –– among the things she likes best about him is that he is difficult to miss, and thus less likely to startle her. She's.. a bit jumpy, at times. ⟫
It is good to see you, Rosinante. ⟪ She frowns, though. He doesn't look as well as she'd hoped, in fact, he has about the same look to him today as the two medics do. ⟫
[Even in darkness, even when he walks silenced, the lantern light dances high above most others, especially since he's taken to carrying it on a sort of tall staff rather than by hand. It might not be any safer there than in his hand, but it's easier to reach forward with it if he wants to, or to lean against a building or tree for a moment to free up his hands rather than trusting it won't get kicked over on the ground. He offers a slow nod in greeting, then flops cross-legged to the ground beside her and settles the walking stick and lantern to the side.]
I got your gift. Wanted to say thank you.
[He may look tired, but there's a note of joy in his voice and a smile that spreads across his face. He pulls the necklace out and holds it in his hand.]
You'll have to help me put it on, though.
I got your gift. Wanted to say thank you.
[He may look tired, but there's a note of joy in his voice and a smile that spreads across his face. He pulls the necklace out and holds it in his hand.]
You'll have to help me put it on, though.
⟪ Truth be told, she does not look any less tired, but her face lights up in a small smile at the sight of him, and she sets the basket-to-be aside to properly focus. ⟫
Of course.
⟪ She has to get up on her knees to be able to reach his neck, but even in the flickering light of the bonfire, the clasp seems to give her no trouble – she's used to working by firelight. ⟫
I was worried I'd overstepped my boundaries, truth be told. ⟪ She straights the necklace and sinks back down. ⟫ But I thought if nothing else, something as good as a nameday can be celebrated. These are celebrated in your world, yes?
Of course.
⟪ She has to get up on her knees to be able to reach his neck, but even in the flickering light of the bonfire, the clasp seems to give her no trouble – she's used to working by firelight. ⟫
I was worried I'd overstepped my boundaries, truth be told. ⟪ She straights the necklace and sinks back down. ⟫ But I thought if nothing else, something as good as a nameday can be celebrated. These are celebrated in your world, yes?
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