Elessaria hummed softly while she sat at her desk, carefully placing the items for Connar's gift in a small, handwoven wicker basket. She knew he traveled lightly out of necessity, so each selection was chosen with the notion it could serve for something other than its original purpose. He could keep the basket, use it for a bribe or in trade, or if necessary it would make ideal kindling to start a fire. Inside the elf tucked three voluptuous peaches whose heady scent heralded the juicy flesh that lay beneath the fuzzy skin. Next she placed a large, vine-ripened tomato along side a small bag of honey candies. Two small linen pouches were added — one contained thin curls of unscented soap and the second contained a tiny bar crafted in the shape of a sand dollar that shared the same fragrance as the cologne she had made for him.
On a small sheet of ivory parchment, the empath wrote in her flowing script:
Mon Morveux incorrigible, Mule tetu et Gardien de mon Coeur,
In honor of a saint whom neither of us doth worship, yet we share his sentiments in the celebration of love, I offer thee these humble gifts:
Three peaches for I shall never forget the expression upon thy handsome face, nor the cadence of thy words when thou didst describe this delicacy. (There had been four, but I was unable to resist the temptation to experience the delight thou didst share.)
A red tomato because as the fruit of a plant of the nightshade family, it doth remind me that even out of dangerous origins good can still be found. We have also shared many "firsts" together and I hope this is yet another of a lifetime of many more we can explore.
Honey candies to alleviate the bitterness that I know thou must endure on so many levels during thy travails.
Unscented soap in small slivers that thou canst mayhaps transport undetected for to know thou must tend thy wounds without my aid saddens me; but, to know thou must suffer the added pain of cleansing with lye is that much worse.
The other soap in thine own scent and fashioned to remind thee of carefree beaches upon Spanish shores. I have also read lore that when one doth break a sand dollar, within one canst find tiny doves to remind of the Holy Spirit. Even though I do nay worship thy god, I pray that he doth keep thee safe.
Toujours, ~Eless
After tucking the parchment amongst the other gifts, Eless slipped the basket into a coarsely woven, linen bag. She had placed a light spell upon it to protect the contents from the elements and any unwelcome foraging. It would be concealed from all save the intended recipient and Connar would find himself drawn to its hiding place. She paused for a long moment and then with a quick tug, she released the sapphire silk ribbon that had kept her hair from falling into her vision while she worked. With a sigh of satisfaction she tied the sack closed and headed up the coastline to place it near where she thought a portal he frequented was located.
On a small sheet of ivory parchment, the empath wrote in her flowing script:
Mon Morveux incorrigible, Mule tetu et Gardien de mon Coeur,
In honor of a saint whom neither of us doth worship, yet we share his sentiments in the celebration of love, I offer thee these humble gifts:
Three peaches for I shall never forget the expression upon thy handsome face, nor the cadence of thy words when thou didst describe this delicacy. (There had been four, but I was unable to resist the temptation to experience the delight thou didst share.)
A red tomato because as the fruit of a plant of the nightshade family, it doth remind me that even out of dangerous origins good can still be found. We have also shared many "firsts" together and I hope this is yet another of a lifetime of many more we can explore.
Honey candies to alleviate the bitterness that I know thou must endure on so many levels during thy travails.
Unscented soap in small slivers that thou canst mayhaps transport undetected for to know thou must tend thy wounds without my aid saddens me; but, to know thou must suffer the added pain of cleansing with lye is that much worse.
The other soap in thine own scent and fashioned to remind thee of carefree beaches upon Spanish shores. I have also read lore that when one doth break a sand dollar, within one canst find tiny doves to remind of the Holy Spirit. Even though I do nay worship thy god, I pray that he doth keep thee safe.
Toujours, ~Eless
After tucking the parchment amongst the other gifts, Eless slipped the basket into a coarsely woven, linen bag. She had placed a light spell upon it to protect the contents from the elements and any unwelcome foraging. It would be concealed from all save the intended recipient and Connar would find himself drawn to its hiding place. She paused for a long moment and then with a quick tug, she released the sapphire silk ribbon that had kept her hair from falling into her vision while she worked. With a sigh of satisfaction she tied the sack closed and headed up the coastline to place it near where she thought a portal he frequented was located.