Gifts from Mikami
There was something fundamentally strange about the idea of buying God a Christmas present. Mikami had agonised for weeks about whether or not it would be appropriate. Eventually he'd decided that it was only right to present Kira with an offering, a sign of his devotion.
He'd been relieved for about ten minutes, until he remembered that he still didn't know what to give him.
Eventually, he chose a quill and a small bottle of black ink, enchanted never to blot or smear. The note attached to the parcel simply read From your servant.
He also bought a very polished wooden desk tidy for Professor Vorkosigan, who clearly needed all the help he could get.
He'd been relieved for about ten minutes, until he remembered that he still didn't know what to give him.
Eventually, he chose a quill and a small bottle of black ink, enchanted never to blot or smear. The note attached to the parcel simply read From your servant.
He also bought a very polished wooden desk tidy for Professor Vorkosigan, who clearly needed all the help he could get.
