@reapcrbunny : unprompted » < friend! come, i have something to give, > she smiles as she hands over a wrapped box which upon opening it he would find some winter attire fitted to his height and size but also dyed in the colours that he often seemed to choose, additionally he would find some hand-made arrows that were built to last with some daggers made from butterfly wings of titania's from the first. < happy starlight, ihsan. >
‘ — oh, uh . . . ’ lo’ & behold, ihsan was drawn into yet another starlight gifting situation. it was becoming a pattern, & made him wonder if people were secretly banding together for this. not that the former rebel thinks negatively of this, but he wonders what he did to deserve it all when there were otherers who . . .
out of courtesy, the viera takes the box & opens it —— revealing the contents.
even he has to admit that there was . . . significant thought put into this.
mind briefly wanders to the thought of: how did she get his measurements, but attention was ultimately drawn to the presented weaponry. ihsan examines the arrows with a critical eye —— being a bard, of course, then daggers of a peculiar design. he exhales, sets the items aside with meticulous care after perusing them, then looks up at dahlia from his seat in the comfortable chair ( he could fall asleep here . . . )
“ . . . thanks. ”