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Five Gifts For An Extraordinary Valentine’s Day
The *ghosti of Our Own Druidry Reciprocity is an essential component to walking the path of Our Own Druidry. This is familiar to many of us in the context of ritual: we give gifts to the Spirits that we may build a relationship with them, and receive their gifts in turn.
five gifts
tagged by @surlysara to list five gifts that I would give to someone in a game or game series I’ve played.
“They can be for tangible or intangible, meaning that the gift’s purpose is for something that they can physically use or mentally. Like someone can use glue to fix a broken sword, or they can use it to fix their broken heart.”
Dragon Age
For Quartermaster Threnn, a sign that the truth she’s held onto for so long hasn’t been for naught; that no matter what the rumours say (the whispers, the jeers), the loyalty she’s carried in her heart all these years hasn’t been misguided.
To Merrill I’d give the world, something for her home. A nice, thick rug or a new set of silverware to serve her guests (a fine set, but not too fine, not Hightown fine, because word travels in Lowtown and she’s lost so many things already).
To Solas, a book. Ancient. Elven. Kept and honoured by a Dalish clan. Notes in the margins and dog-eared pages that have been patiently smoothed out over the centuries, but the folds still remain, old memories of old hands. A small reminder that not everything has been lost, and that those who remember don’t do so in vain.
To Fergus Cousland, a note that his sister is alive, written by her own hand -- the familiar, looping scrawl he would recognize anywhere (a hand too fine for a warrior, and she’d sock him for that, make no mistake). A signature at the bottom holding two last names, and a plea request not to show her husband, but when has he ever listened to his baby sister?
For Varania, a chance to see the man her brother became. A glimpse of a moment before the fire, a book in his lap, syllables careful and practiced on a once-fumbling tongue. Or, sword on his back, standing between refugees and those who would take their freedom, a man free to do what a free man wants and he chooses this.
tagging @w0rdinista, @tarysande, @kindervenom, @theherocomplex, @pearwaldorf, @loquaciousquark, @bettydice, @freeholds, @antivanruffles, @lunafeather, @lyriumrebel and whoever else would like to do it!