IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide

[samantha_grey]

An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

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[fishdouche]

[It's a few days late, but an intricately carved wooden box finds its way into Pinch of Sage, a handwritten note on parchment paper set on top of it. Inside the box, on a dark violet velvet cushion is a dagger, the black leather hilt and blade engraved with intricate knot work.]

Harpy,

Happy Twwelfth Perigree's Evve. You had better put this to good use. I didn't wwaste good money on you to let this gather dust.

--Eridan

[His name is signed with a flourish and a rather decorative spade.]

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[samantha_grey]

[Later that day, on a lacquered note, her script considerably more crude, came a note. There was no package, though it had the scent of cloves with it. strong and pungent.]

In my home, there were never any sorts of gift giving exchanges. My mother and I shared stories of our pasts and history in this time of year. Believe me that the knife will have good use soon enough.

However, as I am not the sort to do gifts, I have a different offer. One day. Ask me one thing. Anything. If I am physically able, it will happen. No questions.

Choose wisely.

-Samantha