[ 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.... ]
[Sieglinde was rather surprised when Sebastian brought her the package and declared it a Christmas present- wasn't that two days past now? But technicalities like that weren't about to stop her, and she digs in excitedly, first triumphantly inspecting the fruit bars, (delicious looking!), before she pulled out the note and peculiar wooden orb.
Scanning over the note first, Sieglinde went back and read it again for good measure. Ah- a gesture of goodwill from the... perverse but well-meaning dancer! Well, if she wished to get back into her good graces after that rather absurd feeding, then... This was a good start.
Curiously, Sieglinde turned the key a few times, letting go- her expression softening slightly as the tinny melody began playing through. She hadn't played with something like this in... Quite some time.
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Scanning over the note first, Sieglinde went back and read it again for good measure. Ah- a gesture of goodwill from the... perverse but well-meaning dancer! Well, if she wished to get back into her good graces after that rather absurd feeding, then... This was a good start.
Curiously, Sieglinde turned the key a few times, letting go- her expression softening slightly as the tinny melody began playing through. She hadn't played with something like this in... Quite some time.
A very good start.]