Outside his door Frederick would find a couple of wrapped boxes. In the first is polish for his armour (you can never have enough of that ok dad). The second contains a hand knitted sweater with a few dragon designs among the patterns (Cherche may or may not get a similar one so they match). And finally the third, while it may seem strange to others, contains firewood and a blue coloured lighter with the Ylissean flag motif engraved onto the surface. The letter present with the gifts reads:
Dear Father,
Consider this a one off because of the seasons festivities…perhaps. Regardless, no doubt you’ll find use for these gifts…just be careful with the lighter. I understand that perhaps I didn’t turn out how you imagined, to have a son as brusque as I, as I know I can be more often than not. Or to know I was no Knight worthy of you. Yet despite my shortcomings I hope there is some part of you that can be proud in some manner. I suppose this isn’t really in the spirit of this foreign holiday, but whatever your feelings are towards me I pray this expresses mine towards you as I’m not exactly the most adept at such.
Gerome.
Genuine surprise befalls his features to find the number of boxes outside his door. Certainly this was not something he’d expected to find…and even more so that they had all come from a single individual. Seeing the dragon designs upon the sweater he’d held immediate suspicions of the giver’s identity. A smile is briefly present upon his features, seeing the contents, though he wonders what the blue contraption with the Ylissean flag motif is for. Perhaps he’s to thank Naga he’d chosen to read the note first before picking up this so-called “lighter”, but of course reading the note had also confirmed the giver’s identity.
A swell of emotion overcomes him and he wants more than anything to protest. Proud in some manner, he says… Oh, had he only known how proud he truly was. He feels as though he could burst into tears, wishing the boy had been here so he could express it all himself, in place of these thoughts. Though perhaps the contents of his own note would answer his hopes.
There is no knight more worthy of anything than you, my son.
