The box was packed and sealed, tied tightly with a length of velvet ribbon and a small cluster of fragrant violets. The violets had been hard to find this time of year and Shey had spent hours wandering the forest in search of a cluster. She wanted the gift to be perfect.
Sheyleigh Lightfoot had not expected to make any friends while on her mission to this cold and rather unfriendly land, so she had been thorughly delighted to make the aquanitance of one Alexandir Tigre. Alex made Shey feel all tingly and warm, so when she had found the carved wooden music box in the antique venders shop she had immediately thought of him.
Pen was set to paper to write a note. She really hoped Alex would forgive her this, but she did not trust the messenger she had finally found to deliver the package to Azure Rose keep to remember a verbal message.
When she had found the box she was delighted by the carved scene of a tiger drinking from a tranquil pool, greenery trailing overhead almost seeming to move in a soft breeze. Opening it she was further delighted to hear the soft strains of a waltz emmit from gears slightly stiff with rust. She had paid the merchant what he asked, suprising the man as some would argue that his fees were on the high side, leaving room for some spirited haggling, and rushed out to where her traveling caravan was parked.
"Dearest Alex,
I hope this note finds you well. Enclosed is a gift, A token to help with those dancing lessons that I have promised you.
All my heart,
Sheyleigh"
Hours had been spent in the dim interior of that caravan lovingly cleaning and oiling the gears of that music box, polishing the carvings till they glimmered softly in the lamplight. Then with great care the whole had been wrapped in a length of velvet and settled in a brightly painted gift box.
Coins passed hands to the messenger with a soft admonishment to be swift with the delivery. And then the wingged woman slipped back inside her Caravan to await evening and her now nightly trips to the Red Dragon Inn, and the possibility of seeing him again.
Sheyleigh Lightfoot had not expected to make any friends while on her mission to this cold and rather unfriendly land, so she had been thorughly delighted to make the aquanitance of one Alexandir Tigre. Alex made Shey feel all tingly and warm, so when she had found the carved wooden music box in the antique venders shop she had immediately thought of him.
Pen was set to paper to write a note. She really hoped Alex would forgive her this, but she did not trust the messenger she had finally found to deliver the package to Azure Rose keep to remember a verbal message.
When she had found the box she was delighted by the carved scene of a tiger drinking from a tranquil pool, greenery trailing overhead almost seeming to move in a soft breeze. Opening it she was further delighted to hear the soft strains of a waltz emmit from gears slightly stiff with rust. She had paid the merchant what he asked, suprising the man as some would argue that his fees were on the high side, leaving room for some spirited haggling, and rushed out to where her traveling caravan was parked.
"Dearest Alex,
I hope this note finds you well. Enclosed is a gift, A token to help with those dancing lessons that I have promised you.
All my heart,
Sheyleigh"
Hours had been spent in the dim interior of that caravan lovingly cleaning and oiling the gears of that music box, polishing the carvings till they glimmered softly in the lamplight. Then with great care the whole had been wrapped in a length of velvet and settled in a brightly painted gift box.
Coins passed hands to the messenger with a soft admonishment to be swift with the delivery. And then the wingged woman slipped back inside her Caravan to await evening and her now nightly trips to the Red Dragon Inn, and the possibility of seeing him again.