[ on the morning of the 27th, along with a couple of homemade fruitbars for breakfast, there will be a bag with sieglinde's name on it. inside she'll find a small wooden ball (so small it can easily fit into a hand) with a metal key sticking out of it. painstakingly carved into its side is sieglinde's name in a neat script, matching the note that comes with it: ]
Dearest Sieglinde,
Merry Christmas! I'm pretty sure that's what they say, anyway. Do you have a Christmas in your world? If not, I hope you'll accept this gift anyway. It isn't much, but hopefully you'll find some time to enjoy it. It's a beautiful and haunting melody, befitting of ALASTAIR's hardest working healer!
Yours, Olivia
P.S. Give the metal key a turn!
[ if she turns the key, a gentle melody will start playing. or, you know. something like it. shakes fist at fourthwalling. ALSO IGNORE THE CONTEXT OK.... ]
package | delivered on december 27 because she can't do anything right tbh
or, you know. something like it. shakes fist at fourthwalling. ALSO IGNORE THE CONTEXT OK....]