A note in pink ink on a paper-white box: To Lola Granger, Lady-in-waiting of the May Queen court!
I am so sorry, in the mess of getting everything ready for May Queen I somehow lost your name! and didn't announce it! Oh my god I feel awful! So—I hope you don't mind this delivery.Anyhow, this is for the Ladies in Waiting! P.S. The ring is enchanted to give the wearer one bit of good luck! Can only be used once, but I checked my sources and it's all very, very good magic! I was told all the wearer had to do was wish for the good luck very, very hard. And also please ignore how creepy it seems the delivery boy knew just where to deliver it. He's a good kid and the company checked out—so..UHm...Oh gosh, I should stop writing.
—Risa Jones
In the box was what seemed to be a tiny square of vivid, rich green fabric. Small as a palm of a hand, whenever Lola had the chance to reach in however to pull it out—the amazing elven artistry which was their weaving revealed itself in the fabulous, ankle length cloak that unfurled as sweetly as a lover's sigh. In its lazy stretching from the box, the deep green when moved this way and that way shimmered finest stitching of complicated greenery, leaves and vines of almost celtic influence swirled endlessly.
Below the cloak, nestled in a plain leather ring box, a thick band of gold carved to look like oak leaves winked merrily in the light.
I am so sorry, in the mess of getting everything ready for May Queen I somehow lost your name! and didn't announce it! Oh my god I feel awful! So—I hope you don't mind this delivery.Anyhow, this is for the Ladies in Waiting! P.S. The ring is enchanted to give the wearer one bit of good luck! Can only be used once, but I checked my sources and it's all very, very good magic! I was told all the wearer had to do was wish for the good luck very, very hard. And also please ignore how creepy it seems the delivery boy knew just where to deliver it. He's a good kid and the company checked out—so..UHm...Oh gosh, I should stop writing.
—Risa Jones
In the box was what seemed to be a tiny square of vivid, rich green fabric. Small as a palm of a hand, whenever Lola had the chance to reach in however to pull it out—the amazing elven artistry which was their weaving revealed itself in the fabulous, ankle length cloak that unfurled as sweetly as a lover's sigh. In its lazy stretching from the box, the deep green when moved this way and that way shimmered finest stitching of complicated greenery, leaves and vines of almost celtic influence swirled endlessly.
Below the cloak, nestled in a plain leather ring box, a thick band of gold carved to look like oak leaves winked merrily in the light.