Post by Lothyna on Nov 4, 2010 0:31:27 GMT -5
Picking locks was a regular habit, it seemed. Or at least, one that was quickly becoming such. Still, a soft curse lit the air before the door finally clicked open, and a dark-clad figure holding a bundle slipped into the rooms previously barricaded. Peering about with a bright, slightly mischeivious gaze, that had recently been tainted with grief and fear, the lithe young man edged closer to the dresser once he was certain that no-one was around, either person or fire lizard. Finding a clear space, he gently laid down the package that had been cradled in one arm, lumpy from the bandage there, against the wood. Tensing at a noise, he scurried back outside, quickly relocking the door before fleeing.
While making and giving the gift were done out of a tentative (if wary) friendship, Mikovren had little to no desire to be caught. He’d been through enough weirdness in just giving S’lain one. Besides, Tess would tease him royally, he was sure-and this way he could put it off just a bit. Still, he didn’t regret it, since it was a fine distraction from the disastrous aftermath of recent events.
Inside the package was a tiny, crystalline comb of pale, pink and blue-hued quartz, meant to be a decoration. The stone had been carefully carved and shaped into a series of small vines looped about a firelizard, carefully done out of the darkest of the pale blues to resemble Jaser. There is a packet of fine, sturdy pure-water clear quartz needles in a patch of soft brown leather, next to a bookmark of a wavy, smooth, thin piece of agate, notched with specks of mother of pearl at the top. A second packet, resting beside the first, is of sturdy woven grasses, tied with a cord that holds a small set of three charms of stone, all blues. One is a fish, another a wing, and the third is a little sword-esque piece, all of a size to fit as decoration on the harnesses some people give their fire lizards. Inside the packet is fresh fish, with a little lable denoting it’s for Jaser.
While making and giving the gift were done out of a tentative (if wary) friendship, Mikovren had little to no desire to be caught. He’d been through enough weirdness in just giving S’lain one. Besides, Tess would tease him royally, he was sure-and this way he could put it off just a bit. Still, he didn’t regret it, since it was a fine distraction from the disastrous aftermath of recent events.
Inside the package was a tiny, crystalline comb of pale, pink and blue-hued quartz, meant to be a decoration. The stone had been carefully carved and shaped into a series of small vines looped about a firelizard, carefully done out of the darkest of the pale blues to resemble Jaser. There is a packet of fine, sturdy pure-water clear quartz needles in a patch of soft brown leather, next to a bookmark of a wavy, smooth, thin piece of agate, notched with specks of mother of pearl at the top. A second packet, resting beside the first, is of sturdy woven grasses, tied with a cord that holds a small set of three charms of stone, all blues. One is a fish, another a wing, and the third is a little sword-esque piece, all of a size to fit as decoration on the harnesses some people give their fire lizards. Inside the packet is fresh fish, with a little lable denoting it’s for Jaser.