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@islandiis​ || x

     Georgie regards the other curiously, head tilting slightly to the side as they look him over. They’re sharper than most people think-- while their sensing abilities aren’t as strong as a larger country’s, they can tell almost immediately who he is (geographically speaking). And though it’s a bit harder to discern due to the wind, the man’s accent confirms their suspicions.

“ Aye, I figured. Nae offense, but ye got that tourist-y look about ye. Nice to have visitors, though. ” they comment casually, as they reach out to take his extended hand. “ íslenska? “

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@islandiis || x

     It wasn’t that Georgie wanted company, necessarily... They were perfectly fine on their own. Preferred it, even! But given the intensity of the weather outside, they truly felt like they would be doing Fannar a disservice by forcing him out into the rain. After all, what kind of friend would they be if they let him endure the elements, when they had plenty of space to share? Surely there would be no harm in letting him stick around, at least until the storm subsided. Not that they cared either way, of course.  

     When he accepts their invitation, Georgie makes a concerted effort not to look too excited-- but their forced nonchalance belies the way their eyes spark with delight. 

“ There’s a smart lad! ” they grin, puffing out their chest. “ Wait ‘ere, I’ll go put the kettle on. ”

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It is a small box, but it's a bit on the heavier side. Inside, a photo frame: simple, a little worn, and clearly antique. There is nothing in the frame besides a little handwritten note: Hæ, Georgie! This isn't much, and I'm not completely sure if it will be of much use to you, but... Maybe it will. If I lived there, I think I would take a lot of photos! Either way, it's an antique from Iceland. Happy Christmas! —Fannar

Christmas 2021 || accepting

@islandiis

     Georgie is immediately intrigued by the box's weight, wondering as they bring it inside what could possibly be so heavy in such an otherwise small container. Alasdair had always told them that it was polite to read the card first before opening the actual gift-- But Al isn't here, and they can do what they want! So the first thing they do upon haphazardly ripping the box open is lift up the picture frame inside.

     It looks old, like something Artie would have laying around his house with a picture of some random historical figures they wouldn't recognize inside. That being said, it's not ugly ( not that they've ever particularly cared about appearances, as one could probably gather from the state of their bedroom ), and a quick read of the letter inside brings a small smile to their face.

     They already know exactly what photo they're framing.

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"Excuse me," He calls, though his voice softens significantly once he is sure he has caught their attention. "Uh, did you drop this? I'm not sure who it belongs to."

@islandiis

     Georgie, ever in-the-moment and constantly moving, was no stranger to misplacing things. They certainly weren't the tidiest person around, and were usually the last person to notice things like holes in pockets. As such, when the other calls for their attention to inquire about the lost item, they're not surprised when it turns out to be theirs.

" Oh, aye! Tha's mine alright. Blasted thing cannae seem to stay in place for long. " they hopped on over to retrieve the item in question-- a dark adder stone, with a wispy line of butcher's twine tied around the opening in a slip.

" Thanks! Wouldn't do well to lose this. It's my lucky stone. "