slavecrowned | empatheias: mailbox

[It feels late.

Y'shtola cannot rightly deem the hour late; a glance through the window as she fills her tea strainer and listens for the kettle reveals 'tis only just finishing sunset.

She isn't one to hum or chatter while she works, unless someone starts the conversation for her; instead she has her mind on the girl in their sitting room, who awaits her share of this tea and, perhaps, some quiet company besides. A sharp whistle shakes her free of further thought and in moments the teapot, cups, a bit of milk, and honey are on a tray in Y'shtola's hands.

The whole arrangement goes on the low table before the sofa, and she sits carefully beside Terra there, pouring her friend's tea first.]

I've not yet sampled this blend myself. If 'tis to your liking, though, obtaining more is easy enough.

[ It's Milkshake Day, the day you give a milkshake to a female friend you care about!

Terra's will be professionally delivered, and instead of there being a note, the message is sung by a barbershop quartet. The flavour is good old chocolate, so let's hope it doesn't taste as awkward as this moment is going to be. ]

"There is nothing better
than a friend,
there is nothing better
than a friend
I say, there is nothing - NOTHING -
BEEETTTTERRR
...
unless it's a friend with
CHO-CO-LATE! Yeah!"

[ That's it. The boys move on.

...
For all the effort Jaune put into this, he forgot to give his name to the guys. Enjoy that accidentally anonymous gift, Terra! :') ]

[Merry Christmas Terra! Mind the gift box waiting for you when you step outside today. It's hard to miss with how brightly wrapped it is, with reds, greens and little gold stars covering the whole thing. A large red bow sits on top to complete the festive look.

Inside the box is a scarf folded all nice and neatly, along with a small bag off cookies in lots of different shapes. It's hard to tell since they're not decorated, but they're meant to look like fireballs, swirls of wind, lightning bolts and a few other shapes based on the magic she's seen Terra use.

It's just as well there are some small pots of candy and multicoloured frosting in there so Terra can decorate the cookies however she likes. Last of all is a note in the bottom of the box:]

Tᴇʀʀᴀ

Tʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. Yᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ I ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ Vᴇʀᴇɴs. Wᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ! I ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇs. Tʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ, sᴀᴅʟʏ I ʟᴏsᴛ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴠɪsɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ sᴘᴇʟʟ!

Fᴀʀᴀʜ

[Delivery for Terra! A package wrapped neatly in festive red and blue is left by her front door. The package contains couple of items inside. First is a snowman wool hat, along with it is green scarf with deer prints which also twinkles in response to positive energy.

One other gift is a snowglobe, and surrounding it is a bunch of candies and snacks. There's no note of any kind, but there is a tag which has a drawing of a pink gun, which may obviously indicate who the package is from.]

[The last time she tried this she got through to someone else and that was... Baffling. And embarrassing. But it's important she get this message through to the person who needs to hear it! So here Farah is, trying again.]

Hey, listen. I've been thinking a lot since that time you pulled that trick and went inside me without any warning-- I'm not mad or anything! You just took me by surprise... I think I see what you were trying to do now though and I'd like to try again.

[Please be the right person please be the right person please be the right person.]

Hmmm. It's been a while. I need to feed P-chan plenty of blood again.

[This is... definitely not intended for anyone.]

[ Arthur has had a few days to stew on this interaction and he is no closer to figuring it out than he was before.

It’s probably around two in the morning when he reaches out through the amulet for the familiar presence of Terra, softy venturing, ]

Terra? Are you awake?

[ The past few weeks have been... eventful, to say the least. Luckily, it's all over—for the most part. There's still plenty of damage left to be repaired, in both the city around them and between people.

Back home, at least, it's fortunately quiet. In an hour where Alphinaud is finally leaving Alisaie alone—most likely because she griped at him to bugger off already—he eventually emerges from his own room and heads down the stairs. Along the way, he has several sheets of paper in one hand, distracted by reading over whatever its contents are. ]

or action? action is good?

gift!

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