[ She’ll find a crown of bright red irises hanging at her door. Quest or no quest, he hasn’t forgotten what day it is.
What better way to show my appreciation, an accompanying handwritten note reads, Than to offer you a token of the very first gift you have given me? But flowers and Heroic Spirits are fleeting, though sentiments may yet linger.
And that, perhaps, is why I can keep living on.
That is all. It’s left completely unsigned to boot. She’ll never suspect a thing. ]
[ No, of course not. It's not like the sentiment is half-melancholy, and it's not like he'd promised a return gift of sorts, or--
.... Yeah, no, it's extremely obvious. And Maya is merciful enough not to directly call him out, if he's making the effort to not even sign his name (though, damn, she once again fails to get his autograph).
Instead, she sets the crown on her head, and will indeed spend the rest of the day wandering around with it. Whether he sees it or not, she's grateful. ]
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Backdated to 3/14 because this was a long time coming I'm sorry
That is all. It’s left completely unsigned to boot. She’ll never suspect a thing. ]
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.... Yeah, no, it's extremely obvious. And Maya is merciful enough not to directly call him out, if he's making the effort to not even sign his name (though, damn, she once again fails to get his autograph).
Instead, she sets the crown on her head, and will indeed spend the rest of the day wandering around with it. Whether he sees it or not, she's grateful. ]