Somehow, somewhere, this package finds a way to you. Inside contains a few cans of spray paint and a couple of key chains of teddy bears. The letter in the package says it’s from Aurelia. The note reads:
[ Dear Witch, ( Or do you want me to call you princess?)
If you are going to vandalize something, please make use of the proper tools. What you had before was all too easy to clean and wipe off, so this spray paint will bode you better.
Also–I saw these teddy bear key-chains by the checkout- and figured why not to throw them in for you. They would match well with your bag, I think.
Anyways may this season find you well and may the goddess bless you. Or you find your own means of paving your destiny. Regardless, may you be well.
Don’t tell anyone I spray painted the goddess’ face, or else.🔫
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When Nessarose first found the package at her doorstep, mistrust radiated off from her. Few that knew of her homestead cared for her, and few that cared knew where to find her. Her first thought was that it was some sort of trap, set on the naive thought she cared for mortal holidays. She figured, however, it was unlikely to do her much harm and so she levitated it, inside and to a countertop, before carefully opening it.
To say the contents, an unknown gold bottle and a set of... admittedly precious bears, hanging off from clips, caught her off guard is an understatement. With a frown, she hesitantly lifted the letter from the package, hands loose and fingers barely touching the paper in places as though she thought it might bite her. While her suspicion dissipated, its only replaced with deep seeded confusion.
Though she had admittedly forgotten the nun’s name, the contents of the letter are enough to make it stick who it’s from.
... Why in the name of all that is sacred would a servant of the Goddess send her a gift? Foolhardiness, perhaps? In exchange for a boon? T’was likely, but this note make no mention of receiving something in return. The witch must admit that the gift... did not go unappreciated. The spray paint was safely tucked away into her old worn bag and the clips, the both of them, carefully and with some fumbling difficulty, found themselves hanging from the string that attached it to her waistband....
She supposed, then, that she might thank her. And better yet, she had exactly the thing to give in return.
