Jan 8, 2019
“Hi Gwyndolin!” Cinder says cheerfully, lowering her bag against a nearby corner of the room. She rummages through it slowly, before finally fishing out a small, neatly wrapped box, “Since I cancelled last minute the last time I promised to come help and volunteer, I brought you a little something to make up for it.”
She stands back up, holding the box in her hand rather delicately. “It’s nothing special...” she pauses, stretching out her arm and offering it to the other, “but I hope you like it.” Then, an abrupt addition, “Oh, it is a fragile object—just a head’s up.”
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