[ the fate of this box would have been rejection, her gaze frigid enough that hour to repel the mailman, but somehow he withstands the frost to obtain her signature and deliver the package. frühling brings it in, stares at it critically, and opens it after serving herself a mug of hot water flavoured with half a lime.
(she isn't always drinking hard stuff.)
she examines the jewellery, her first set in her lifetime, and reads the note with a groan. she isn't sure what to do with it, but she's more flustered with the fact she had not expected it. that damn mage is a thought that comes to her mind, and she debates for a quarter of an hour whether or not to notify him of his parcel's receipt.
finally, she decides against going against it. her fingers tap at the screen. ]
received.
(she isn't always drinking hard stuff.)
she examines the jewellery, her first set in her lifetime, and reads the note with a groan. she isn't sure what to do with it, but she's more flustered with the fact she had not expected it. that damn mage is a thought that comes to her mind, and she debates for a quarter of an hour whether or not to notify him of his parcel's receipt.
finally, she decides against going against it. her fingers tap at the screen. ]
What you sent isn't anything I need.