Γ 21

[silk_for_calde]

I find I cannot remember what happened on Tarsday Tuesday; it must have been a curse, and no doubt a strange one. I hope I did nothing regrettable... though perhaps I ought to take the fact that I cannot recall it as a sign that I should not pry.

I did find, scrawled in something that might have been my own hand, these lines;

"Though trodden beneath the shepherd's heel,
The wild hyacinth blooms on the ground."

I believe they are from the Chrasmologic Writings (though I cannot name the book,) but I am uncertain as to why I would have copied them out... I had forgotten them, truth be told, until the moment I found the slip of paper.

I know I am late in saying it, but a happy Christmas to all of you. It was a pleasant one, for my first-- though perhaps I should think of it as my second, in a sense. The first I have knowingly celebrated, in any case... And yet, I wonder at the significance of that; but the Outsider alone knows such things. The holiday is certainly suited to him, in some ways; whether it is his, or mere coincidence...

I still do not know why I am here, in this City; but I am glad to have had the opportunities I have had, to come to know all of you. I am glad to be here, even if my task must be delayed.

[ooc: Silk’s gifts are all wrapped in festive if peculiar paper-having commissioned illustrations of the nine major deities of his whorl from Hiyori, he’s had special wrapping paper made up patterned with their portraits. Descriptions of the illustrations found here if you’re curious. :3 AAANNND YEAH. If I forgot anyone it’s just ‘cause I suck at imaginary shopping and Silk probably got you something. orz

Lucy Pevensie: A stuffed platypus. (Because he thought it was an interesting-looking animal, and figured other people would take care of the badger and mouse!)
Raven: A warm, fuzzy hat/scarf set with a raven on it.
Hiyori: A set of watercolors, and a set of nice drawing pencils.
Rain: The biggest book of stories and fairy-tales he could find.]