[On the eve of midwinter, Alfred will find a package on his doorstep – or even inside it, should the lock be one an ex-spy could reasonable pick. Wrapped in a bit of rough cloth, tied up with elaborated sailor knots, he'll find a set of knitted items:
A hat, mittens and socks. All very colorful, in intricate patterns. Extra holes for horns and too-long nails will have been included. The scrap of paper with it reads “For the long nights. Happy Midwinter. S” in the attempt of a legible font.
Does someone with the skill of fire need warm accessories? Perhaps not. But Sigrud firmly believes they ought to keep something of the human alive in them too and it's been a long time since he got to use such harmless skills, such vivid colors.]
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Backdated - 21st December
Date: 2023-12-23 10:54 pm (UTC)A hat, mittens and socks. All very colorful, in intricate patterns. Extra holes for horns and too-long nails will have been included.
The scrap of paper with it reads “For the long nights. Happy Midwinter. S” in the attempt of a legible font.
Does someone with the skill of fire need warm accessories? Perhaps not. But Sigrud firmly believes they ought to keep something of the human alive in them too and it's been a long time since he got to use such harmless skills, such vivid colors.]