[It's early in the 25th morning. Most people are still sleeping and the sun is only about to send its first rays to break the darkness of the night sky. But then there is a sudden knock on a door. Huh?! Who could it be! Whenever Root gets to the door, be it immediately or hours late they will find a christmas wreath with white roses placed on their doorstep. There might even be snowy (or wet!) small hoof marks leading away from the present. Hm. I wonder, who indeed did deliver this?
On the wreath there is a letter that reads:]
To miss Root,
I know that you might scoff at the Christian traditions but regardless, I hope to wish you merry Christmas. There will be a feast held at the Inn’s tavern for the next 12 days and I welcome you to enjoy it for free, of course. There will be warm food, treats and homemade mead and wine for you and your better half to indulge in. I have also decorated the church appropriately for the Christmas and it would warm my heart if you found time in your schedule to visit it.
Merry Christmas.
Signed, Richard Plantagenet, The Duke of Gloucester
[There is also a small note added next to letter which reads: "Your first bow and arrow set are waiting for you at the forge"
ooc: There will be no ic mingle log for the feast. But feel free to either handwave or thread it out!]
Edited (forge not fogery lmao) 2024-12-25 18:29 (UTC)
[ Root does not really celebrate Christmas so she is absolutely unprepared for this, and just a little bit touched. It's not about the holiday to her, but that Richard thought of her at all.
She shows up at the inn's feast in a festive dress, a bit like a 50s pinup girl in bright red against her dark curled hair. She's really here for Richard, but she waits for an opportune moment to approach him, carrying a drink and smiling. It's not as easy a smile as normal -- being forcibly separated from Shaw, there's some strain to her expression, but it's subtle unless someone knows her well. ]
You didn't have to get me anything, [ she says by way of greeting. ] But I won't turn down the bow.
[It is almost funny. Richard had never particularly thought himself as a devout man, as most of the worship and church attending that he did back at home was for show. It was what was expected of a man with his social standing, after all. But here in Aldrip? He supposes he must come across as religious person when compared to all of these other people, who would for most part laugh at the idea of visiting church and did not pay God any mind.
However, in truth Richard's relationship to God was... complicated to say, the least. As much as he wished to he could never completely reject God, always seeking for the approval from the divine despite not believing it to be possible. Which was all part of the reason for this production of Christmas preparations and celebrations. That and well.. it did feel weird not to do something for such culturally significant event. As for why Root had made it in his pool of present receivers? Well. What can he say. The woman had left an impression quite like no one else.
Richard is present at the feast when Root arrives. He takes the note of the woman and her.. interesting choice of fashion. Again, talk about the impression. He is mostly just overseeing that things go smoothly during the celebrations rather than partaking in any of it himself. So, it is not too difficult for Root to catch him alone and free.]
Miss Root, [He offers a brief and polite bow of head as a greeting, noticing the slight difference in her demeanor.] It warms my heart to see you here. As for the gift? I did promise you one, did I not?
[ Root has been a staunch atheist all her life, despairing of others and their religious beliefs in a frankly scornful way. At least until she'd found the Machine. Now she understands a little, and despairs differently: that they're looking to something that doesn't exist, when there's something that does.
But she knows social convention very well and she's hardly about to pick Christmas to pick a fight with a Christian over their beliefs. For the time being, she's on good behavior. It would be easy to put on an effortlessly elegant affectation, but for some reason she finds herself being forthright instead. ]
Still more than I expected. I never thought I'd find so many people who'd think of me, not even in a place like this. You know what I mean?
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On the wreath there is a letter that reads:]
To miss Root,
I know that you might scoff at the Christian traditions but regardless, I hope to wish you merry Christmas. There will be a feast held at the Inn’s tavern for the next 12 days and I welcome you to enjoy it for free, of course. There will be warm food, treats and homemade mead and wine for you and your better half to indulge in. I have also decorated the church appropriately for the Christmas and it would warm my heart if you found time in your schedule to visit it.
Merry Christmas.
Signed,
Richard Plantagenet, The Duke of Gloucester
[There is also a small note added next to letter which reads: "Your first bow and arrow set are waiting for you at the forge"
ooc: There will be no ic mingle log for the feast. But feel free to either handwave or thread it out!]
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She shows up at the inn's feast in a festive dress, a bit like a 50s pinup girl in bright red against her dark curled hair. She's really here for Richard, but she waits for an opportune moment to approach him, carrying a drink and smiling. It's not as easy a smile as normal -- being forcibly separated from Shaw, there's some strain to her expression, but it's subtle unless someone knows her well. ]
You didn't have to get me anything, [ she says by way of greeting. ] But I won't turn down the bow.
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However, in truth Richard's relationship to God was... complicated to say, the least. As much as he wished to he could never completely reject God, always seeking for the approval from the divine despite not believing it to be possible. Which was all part of the reason for this production of Christmas preparations and celebrations. That and well.. it did feel weird not to do something for such culturally significant event. As for why Root had made it in his pool of present receivers? Well. What can he say. The woman had left an impression quite like no one else.
Richard is present at the feast when Root arrives. He takes the note of the woman and her.. interesting choice of fashion. Again, talk about the impression. He is mostly just overseeing that things go smoothly during the celebrations rather than partaking in any of it himself. So, it is not too difficult for Root to catch him alone and free.]
Miss Root, [He offers a brief and polite bow of head as a greeting, noticing the slight difference in her demeanor.] It warms my heart to see you here. As for the gift? I did promise you one, did I not?
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But she knows social convention very well and she's hardly about to pick Christmas to pick a fight with a Christian over their beliefs. For the time being, she's on good behavior. It would be easy to put on an effortlessly elegant affectation, but for some reason she finds herself being forthright instead. ]
Still more than I expected. I never thought I'd find so many people who'd think of me, not even in a place like this. You know what I mean?
[ Root thinks he might understand, somehow. ]