Christmas come early~
[Christmas is drawing nearer every day, and Elizabeth can feel it. The court of holidays is all decorated, something she had taken cheer in when she had gone looking for gifts. She had, unfortunately, been sorely disappointed with what she saw, and found that all she truly wanted to give was in her possession already.
All gifts save one.
She’s spent close to the entire morning wrapping each one of them in the most ornately patterned paper. The wrapping is a creamy off white, pearlescent in its sheen, gold paisley its ornate decoration. ‘Round each box she’s tied a red velveteen ribbon, bowing it at the top. Then, slipped beneath the ribbon goes her wax-sealed letter to each recipient.
Now, she’s walking around campus, a bag in tow and hopping from place to place, searching for those she has been able to get gifts for.
Amy, Audrey, Barbossa, Clopin, Elisa, Eric, Helga, Jack, James, Lottie, Shang...
She’s at your office or chamber door, knocking with a few light raps. There’s a parcel in her hand and a cheerful smile spread across her face.]
It’s Elizabeth! I’ve something for you, for Christmas. And a letter to open later.
[When’s later? She’ll tell you it’s December the 20th. Odd choice of a date, but oh well. By the time you’ve gotten your present and it’s time to open that letter, you’ll notice one thing. She’s gone.]
All gifts save one.
She’s spent close to the entire morning wrapping each one of them in the most ornately patterned paper. The wrapping is a creamy off white, pearlescent in its sheen, gold paisley its ornate decoration. ‘Round each box she’s tied a red velveteen ribbon, bowing it at the top. Then, slipped beneath the ribbon goes her wax-sealed letter to each recipient.
Now, she’s walking around campus, a bag in tow and hopping from place to place, searching for those she has been able to get gifts for.
Amy, Audrey, Barbossa, Clopin, Elisa, Eric, Helga, Jack, James, Lottie, Shang...
She’s at your office or chamber door, knocking with a few light raps. There’s a parcel in her hand and a cheerful smile spread across her face.]
It’s Elizabeth! I’ve something for you, for Christmas. And a letter to open later.
[When’s later? She’ll tell you it’s December the 20th. Odd choice of a date, but oh well. By the time you’ve gotten your present and it’s time to open that letter, you’ll notice one thing. She’s gone.]