Room 218, Tuesday Morning
It had been a fun night, with parties and drinking, but a little thing like an evening full of alcohol couldn't stop her from bounding out of bed.
Today was the first day of Windsol--well, for her anyway. Never mind that Kaeleer had celebrated it weeks ago.
It had been very difficult for her not to open the chest that had arrived with her honey-pear tree. But if she'd gone tearing into it then, she wouldn't have had anything to open on the thirteen nights of Windsol. So she'd been very, very good.
Mostly by dint of vanishing the chest and refusing to call it back in until this very morning.
Karla knelt in front of the open chest and took out a gift. Beneath the wrapping paper was a long mahogany box, with the Bernard's sigil carved into the lid. Bernard was the preeminent jeweler in Amdarh. He'd designed and crafted her wings, as well as Emma's earrings, Dinah's bracelet, and Triela's cufflinks. She was curious what someone could have gotten for her there.
Inside the box was a note, scripted in an elegant hand:
Dearest Karla,
Though you're still some time away from setting up your own Court, I assume you're already giving it a great deal of thought. To that end, I commissioned Bernard to create several possible designs for your future Rings of Honor. You don't have to chose any of them, of course, but I thought it might get you thinking about what, exactly, you would like for your rings.
Happy Windsol,
Uncle Saetan.
Under the note were five different rings, all made from white gold. All five were handsome, if rather austere in their design. And all five were much, much too large to fit on a male's finger.
[Post open!!! So, so open! Bwahahahaha]
Today was the first day of Windsol--well, for her anyway. Never mind that Kaeleer had celebrated it weeks ago.
It had been very difficult for her not to open the chest that had arrived with her honey-pear tree. But if she'd gone tearing into it then, she wouldn't have had anything to open on the thirteen nights of Windsol. So she'd been very, very good.
Mostly by dint of vanishing the chest and refusing to call it back in until this very morning.
Karla knelt in front of the open chest and took out a gift. Beneath the wrapping paper was a long mahogany box, with the Bernard's sigil carved into the lid. Bernard was the preeminent jeweler in Amdarh. He'd designed and crafted her wings, as well as Emma's earrings, Dinah's bracelet, and Triela's cufflinks. She was curious what someone could have gotten for her there.
Inside the box was a note, scripted in an elegant hand:
Dearest Karla,
Though you're still some time away from setting up your own Court, I assume you're already giving it a great deal of thought. To that end, I commissioned Bernard to create several possible designs for your future Rings of Honor. You don't have to chose any of them, of course, but I thought it might get you thinking about what, exactly, you would like for your rings.
Happy Windsol,
Uncle Saetan.
Under the note were five different rings, all made from white gold. All five were handsome, if rather austere in their design. And all five were much, much too large to fit on a male's finger.
[Post open!!! So, so open! Bwahahahaha]