That it was common for Sinner to bestow gifts unto people as tokens of endearment or appreciation was perhaps a surprising tact for the unfriendly, inhospitable god, although for him, it was a normality in the mundane life of one living in exile.
No present was ever given without serious contemplation on what may suit the receiver and what Sinner intended to convey. False's gift was no exception, and in the late afternoon before the day of lovers, he stewed over his thoughts on the couch and began to grow frustrated when he could think of nothing appropriate. That was until an attractive idea sprung to mind and Sinner felt his spirits uplifted, almost laughing to himself for his ignorance on such a perfect gift.
'Of course.' Thought he, 'Tis both a reflection of him and I. Yes, I think he shall like it.'
So after a visit to the library to research the whereabouts of an active breeder, Sinner visited the aviary where the specialised bird was bred and chose False's new companion. The bird was no bigger than his hand, although quite glorious in its colourful, shimmering plume. It reminded him of something exotic like a reef for its colours were of a brilliant blue and green, flecked with the tinges of purple.
The bird was worthy of his appreciation, and Sinner had to tear his gaze away from its perched form within the cage he had purchased to carry him in. He would have liked to marvel at the bird for a while longer, although the thought of seeing False's face once he presented him with his new companion was more appealing for Sinner to delay further. So with a smile, Sinner threw his jacket over the cage and teleported to the front door of False's apartment where with a few eager knocks, he awaited his twin to greet him.
