it's that time again [giftpost]

[illgotten]

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[russet_goddess]

The basket is returned several days later filled with two new shirts, a coat, and something metalworked and useful, obviously donated by H. No note.

[dragon_dealer]

She laughs, pleased. "If I'd have known socks were traditional, I'd have added some to the gifts. You are all far, far too sensible to be knights, you know that?"

[illgotten]

"I think it's more that everyone you knew at home was too stupid to be," cheerfully.

[dragon_dealer]

"Very like. Thank you."

[illgotten]

"Welcome."

[hardlyagravated]

With a quiet smile: "Thank you, brother. I'm sorry I've nothing to return; I didn't know it was so close to solstice here."

[illgotten]

"That's all right." Kisses her cheek lightly. "You're still getting your bearings, anyway."

[hardlyagravated]

"Very true. It would be like my husband, to contrarily live in a large house full of strangers."

[illgotten]

Mordred laughs. "Yeah. --You can come down with us, you know, if you'd rather. He's in and out."

[blind_judgment]

Niko finds the gift without its giver, unwrapped, just sitting there on their (once again shared) bed. He looks at it curiously for a moment, before discovering the note; he sits down heavily on the bed, reading and re-reading those three words, and then smiles.

[illgotten]

Presently Mordred comes in, and, seeing him, smiles a bit himself.

[blind_judgment]

Niko looks up to see him in the doorway, and his smile grows. "Springtime, then?"

[illgotten]

"Barring last-minute transformations." He comes and sits down on the bed beside him, shyly.

[tip_tilted]

Having torn away the paper around the gift, Lynet makes a face, looking down at the silver comb, and says sourly, "What, do you think I'm my worthy sister, that I have time to spend on frivolous hair-styling?"

[illgotten]

"Yes," gravely, "that's exactly what I think."

[tip_tilted]

She purses her lips. "I didn't get you anything, dear brother."

[illgotten]

"Well, of course. You were too busy primping."