A Treasure Hunt, of a sort

[vicioussweetie]

Aisling sat at one of the work tables in Sasha's workshop. With the door shut, she knew it was unlikely anyone would happen upon her, and counted on the discretion of those who could find her to leave her undisturbed. There were no windows or drafts to provide distraction

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[chill_whispers]

Sasha is in the parlor, carefully arranging pins in one finger of a glove-form. Hearing Alison's approach, she tucks the faux hand into her work basket and readies a smile for when her dear one comes into the room.

[vicioussweetie]

She stops in the doorway as her form bleeds back into her human body, fingers tight on the carefully-wrapped bundle in her arms for a moment as she gazes at Sasha. After the moment's confusion passes, she crosses the room and offers the item to her beloved.

[chill_whispers]

Sasha looks inquiringly up to her beloved as she receives the bundle, her hands cradling it with a care that matches what Alison displayed. "Thank you, love. Is this what you have been busy with?"

[vicioussweetie]

She nods, smiling proudly. "Would you test it for me?"