A simple box was placed on the doorstep of the manor, when the light was barely rising. Storm studied her placement, nodded, and went about the rest of her day.

The box was decorated with grey wrapping paper, and blue ribbons.. to give away the giver. A bow on the top to seal the deal. There was a small card on the outside, with a simple message on it: For Erin. It was well practiced handwriting, and clearly written by a female.. if this wasn't guessed already.

Inside the box, was another folded piece of paper, and something crafted from Storm. She couldn't knit a shawl, like Erin, or make a dress like Lydia, but she had found something to make in gratitude for her friend. It was a teapot... but not your average one. It was made of something like glass... a tint of dark blue, fragile, and transparent. But.. it was inside the glass that was so appealing and interesting. It was never-ending flames, licking the sides of the protective barrier. The teapot wasn't hot, but cool to the touch. It was also hollow... and would work for it's designed purpose.. or just look pretty. There were even rose designs popping out of the glass. The note was short, and written with the same handwriting.

Erin,

I just wanted to thank you, so much for being there last night. I am so honored to have a friend such as you. I think that, because we have vast differences in some places.. that is was makes our friendship unique. You have been nothing but kind to me.. and I just wanted to give you something in return, to show my appreciation. Don't worry - the flames won't hurt you. I hope to see our friendship flourish, I have not had good friends in quite sometime. Thank you Erin, for being you.

~Storm

Storm hoped that if anything... it would bring a smile to Erin's face.