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godshattering) wrote2025-01-01 12:30 am
β july 24 | birthday things
Inside the box sits a small, living terrarium with a miniature pine tree in the centre mimicking that of an Almyran pine. The rest of the terrarium is arranged deliberately; everything from the chosen the gravel and sandstone pebbles resemble that of the courtyard space in his domain. Embedded in the cork above the plants, small charms hang from delicate gold chains, depicting a skyscape made up of tiny clouds, stars fashioned from clear crystal beads, a sun and, most notably, a wyvern. As the day turns to night, he'll notice that the sun becomes a moon, shining soft silver light onto the scene below; every so often, the stars will twinkle. The sun also emits a soft golden light during the day.
Tucked under the terrarium is another plain, but sturdy, wooden box so as not to be crushed under the weight of the terrarium. Inside lays a beaded necklace that is surprisingly light despite appearances. Small gold and green beads make up the majority of the necklace, with the exception of the ones flanking the quarter-sized moon charm in the very centre. The bigger beads on display are brilliant iridescent glass with streaks and dots of suspended yellows, golds, and silvers seeming to catch the light of the sunset like wyvern eyes.
The only note in the box is written in familiar handwriting. ]
[ It's unclear what 'this' means and if it was the gift in its entirety, or just one particular part. The note provides no further explanation and perhaps aside from Sylvain, no one else is in the loft. ]