[Having no idea who he was having to get a secret snowflake gift for, Jaskier did as much research as he could. And oh, would it not just be Jaskier's luck that he's been given a god!? Well, at least this has the opportunity to be a bit more straightforward than the other god currently in his life given that 1) there isn't some pre-existing history (or rather future, from Jaskier's perspective) to contend with and 2) there's a degree to which he might be able to maintain some anonymity. Still, what the hell does one gift a god with? Especially when a slight rule of nothing too extravagant was already put in place. Fuck's sake...]
[Eventually, Jaskier does settle on something to gift and one day outside Inanna's door, he will find a neatly wrapped box on his doorstep with a sprig of mistletoe tucked carefully into the ribbon. The gift tag attached only has a drawn snowflake rather than anything written.]
[Inside the box is a handmade wreath made from fir branches with more sprigs of mistletoe and dried pomegranates woven and attached throughout, and a large velvet ribbon tied with no small degree of perfectionism at the bottom. Nestled within the center of the wreath though is the other half of the present, or perhaps arguably the real present. Carefully arranged to avoid any spills are a few glass jars filled with various salts and aromatics as well as a couple of bars of soap. Once again, there is no writing labeling anything to try and protect the mystery of Jaskier's identity as much as possible. Inanna will either need to rely upon scent or drawings to determine what is what.]
[There is one hint given though as to who Inanna's mysterious gift-giver might be though even if Jaskier's refused to provide his handwriting or name. Tied carefully to one of the bars of soap where they hopefully do not end up being crushed is a clipping of some buttercups that clearly has nothing to do with the season nor with the soap it is attached to.]
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[ Around midday or so, a white bunny wearing a red vest and a beret with two holes for its ears to go through goes to Inanna's house. If the god isn't there, the bunny will wait until he comes so it can deliver a box of baked goods and a small card that wishes him a good Valentine's day.
The card isn't signed, it only has a little 'T' in the corner. ]
Viktor had yet to seek Inanna out like this but it was now him that had come to the tiny house Inanna lived at in Talaria. His expression looked haunted as he knocked on Inanna's door and since his complexion was already so pale, it wasn't physically possible to be paler, but he was shaking very subtly.
It started snowing not too long after Inanna had arrived and it had come down pretty fast. Viktor hadn't seen many blizzards growing up in the newly named Zaun, so he wasn't sure what to do about one happening in Folkmore. Well aside from cuddling to conserve body heat. It was warmer inside his tiny house at least, less room needed to be heated.
Viktor had been given the ugly Christmas sweater he had on and he had a mug of warmed sweet milk in one hand, the distinctive anise flavor rising as steam from it. Various spirits were decorated with lights and though it got dark earlier, the festive little twinkling lights made all of Folkmore look beautiful. Viktor had even joined in and used lights to outline his windows. Now as the snow came down, he could see lights outside his windows.
"I don't think I understand how the Earth holiday works. Where I am from there is only the Winter Solstice, and the idea is to light as many lights as possible. So all of the windows have a candle or a lamp in them. What is the idea behind the giving of gifts to celebrate?"
There's a necklace box and a notecard attached to the box. Inside the box is a star pendant that's made from one of the crystals that glow in Tides.
The note is a bit corny but Viktor is trying to be sweet: For your gift of seeing the constellations, this is for you. You are the most brilliantly shining star of all.
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Your giftee is Jayce Talis. Go ahead and give them something that will make them feel special this winter holiday season!
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[Eventually, Jaskier does settle on something to gift and one day outside Inanna's door, he will find a neatly wrapped box on his doorstep with a sprig of mistletoe tucked carefully into the ribbon. The gift tag attached only has a drawn snowflake rather than anything written.]
[Inside the box is a handmade wreath made from fir branches with more sprigs of mistletoe and dried pomegranates woven and attached throughout, and a large velvet ribbon tied with no small degree of perfectionism at the bottom. Nestled within the center of the wreath though is the other half of the present, or perhaps arguably the real present. Carefully arranged to avoid any spills are a few glass jars filled with various salts and aromatics as well as a couple of bars of soap. Once again, there is no writing labeling anything to try and protect the mystery of Jaskier's identity as much as possible. Inanna will either need to rely upon scent or drawings to determine what is what.]
[There is one hint given though as to who Inanna's mysterious gift-giver might be though even if Jaskier's refused to provide his handwriting or name. Tied carefully to one of the bars of soap where they hopefully do not end up being crushed is a clipping of some buttercups that clearly has nothing to do with the season nor with the soap it is attached to.]
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The card isn't signed, it only has a little 'T' in the corner. ]
After March Trial, Action but doing prose
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Viktor had been given the ugly Christmas sweater he had on and he had a mug of warmed sweet milk in one hand, the distinctive anise flavor rising as steam from it. Various spirits were decorated with lights and though it got dark earlier, the festive little twinkling lights made all of Folkmore look beautiful. Viktor had even joined in and used lights to outline his windows. Now as the snow came down, he could see lights outside his windows.
"I don't think I understand how the Earth holiday works. Where I am from there is only the Winter Solstice, and the idea is to light as many lights as possible. So all of the windows have a candle or a lamp in them. What is the idea behind the giving of gifts to celebrate?"
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The note is a bit corny but Viktor is trying to be sweet: For your gift of seeing the constellations, this is for you. You are the most brilliantly shining star of all.