[ The moment Clara wakes up, a fairy will deliver a small box containing a few homemade bags of tea, a flower crown the fairy can barely lift up, and a handwritten note: ]
❤Clara❤ I hope it isn't rude because you're British and I'm assuming you drink tea, but I really really like tea so I thought I'd share some with you. I tried to get a blend that fits you even though I don't know you very well, and if you add cream and sugar it totally tastes like snickerdoodles! ♬Kelsi Nielson
Clara stands before a small chest of drawers at her room in Caer Glaem. Should she do this? Of course she should. That's what it was there for. If she wasn't going to use it now then when? "Go on then, Oswald." She muttered to herself. Looking around, as though expecting to find a spying pair of eyes, she opened the chest and pulled out a small hammered gold bowl. She'd received it long ago but never used it. It'd never seemed right. She'd seen the past and the future but as a participant. Being just an observer felt... wrong.
But there was war coming and going in blind would just be bloody ridiculous. She inhales and opens her window, placing the bowl on the sill to fill with the rain that fell from the skies. It would turn to snow later and melt as the sun rose. "Close enough to rain water, I suppose." Then she closed the window and sat down on her bed, making sure to adjust her position to see the bowl through the window. She would wake up as dawn came, as the fairies instructed, and see what visions it brought her.
[On Christmas morning, Clara will wake up to a wrapped package from Dorian, containing box of sweets, all in a variety of flavours and styles, as well as a very pretty golden hair clip in the local style. Something as sweet and beautiful as she is.]
[ Much like her other friends, the box that Hermione sends has a charmed cloak, a charmedbag and set of potions to offer protection.
Clara also gets a second cloak, made to protect her, in fine reds and golds, plus a set of gloves to keep her hands warm. The creature that brings it, a small hooting owl, stays, a note saying that it is now hers! ]
[ sam has been so busy funneling all of his time, effort, and money into getting the clinic up and running that by the time the spirit of the season rolls around ( or a season; he doesn't know shit about yule as a holiday, but it's close enough to christmas for him ), he figures there's really one thing he can do: give a little love.
clara will find a basket of freshly made sam wilson baked goods, whatever she may have let slip as her favorite over the last year, or something appropriately festive and silly if sam couldn't figure out anything specific. tied with a ribbon to the handle of the basket will be a handwritten note from sam, reading simply:
Three Reasons Why You Amaze Me
The strength you have for rolling with the punches and doing what needs to be done is beyond amazing. You put an old vet to shame.
You somehow manage to have your head in the clouds and your feet on the ground at the same time. I don't know how you do it, but I never wanna see you stop.
omg pretend there's one more thing here i'm the worst
Let me know if you want some more!
Big ol' sloppy hugs and kisses,
S. Wilson
'more' could very easily mean more baked goods or more shameless compliments; both are equally possible with sam. it's all he's got in his bag this year, but it'll have to do for now. happy yule or christmas or whatever you're feelin' today, friend. ♥ ]
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❤Clara❤
I hope it isn't rude because you're British and I'm assuming you drink tea, but I really really like tea so I thought I'd share some with you. I tried to get a blend that fits you even though I don't know you very well, and if you add cream and sugar it totally tastes like snickerdoodles!
♬Kelsi Nielson
P.S. I hope the flower crown fits!☻
around yule.
Got a few books on this place for my latest boon. Want to take a look? -John
PRETEND THIS ISN'T LATE.
Jewelry? Don't I feel like a special girl.
And you know I can't say no to books.
PRETENDS SO HARD
Do you like it?
I do know. It's all Drabwurld history, that sort of thing.
MY HERO
I love it.
And I'll even love books about history this time. For your sake.
dips and smooches
I'm glad.
To be fair, half the books about Drabwurld history read like fairy tales. Since. Well.
oh my!
Fairytales I can definitely handle.
As well as figuring out what to get you in return.
:3
You don't have to get me anything.
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Action.
But there was war coming and going in blind would just be bloody ridiculous. She inhales and opens her window, placing the bowl on the sill to fill with the rain that fell from the skies. It would turn to snow later and melt as the sun rose. "Close enough to rain water, I suppose." Then she closed the window and sat down on her bed, making sure to adjust her position to see the bowl through the window. She would wake up as dawn came, as the fairies instructed, and see what visions it brought her.
Yule 2701
christmas, 2701
Clara also gets a second cloak, made to protect her, in fine reds and golds, plus a set of gloves to keep her hands warm. The creature that brings it, a small hooting owl, stays, a note saying that it is now hers! ]
yule 2701.
clara will find a basket of freshly made sam wilson baked goods, whatever she may have let slip as her favorite over the last year, or something appropriately festive and silly if sam couldn't figure out anything specific. tied with a ribbon to the handle of the basket will be a handwritten note from sam, reading simply:
Let me know if you want some more!
Big ol' sloppy hugs and kisses,
S. Wilson
'more' could very easily mean more baked goods or more shameless compliments; both are equally possible with sam. it's all he's got in his bag this year, but it'll have to do for now. happy yule or christmas or whatever you're feelin' today, friend. ♥ ]