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[With little to no fanfare, this question drops:]

Did you like "Puss in Boots?"

[HELLO MR. NERD WIZARD. Today Kaveh has ventured to your floor!! Specifically, he's digging around through the books--Mehrak floats behind him, holding a small stack of them in the glowing green light it projects, while Kaveh tucks a few more into his arms. Currently, he's muttering to himself as he looks between two different books, brow furrowed.]

Maybe one or two...

[ On Christmas Day, an impeccably wrapped present is delivered to Gale’s suite with a note: ]

Dear Gale,

In the spirit of celebrating these winter holidays at the hotel, I hope you enjoy this present. I’ve found this to be a little more low-key than our standard quill, and while it lacks that certain dramatic flair that I suspect wizards might enjoy, it is rather easy to bring around and keep in one’s pouch or pocket.

Best wishes,
SH.

P.S. I will be checking out for a few days to tend to matters at home. If you’ve need of me, please feel free to leave any messages with the front desk.

[ Inside is a fountain pen. ]

[It didn't feel right to beckon the new year separately and quietly so Amelia took it upon herself to suggest to Gale that they greet it together. Normally around this time, the witch would pay her respects to the supernatural creatures that lived in Blackgale and then end the night with friends by the lakeside. Every other odd year, she might do something different such as going to a glamorous party with Berna or at a seedy and colorful bar with Michael and Adam.

This is going to be a very different year.

After dressing in a white sweater and jeans, Amelia makes her way over to Gale's room. One hand has a basket that contains two bottles: one a festive champagne and the other, a fizzy non-alcoholic apple cider. There is something about the latter that makes her think of home and how her students would gift her bottles of cider before winter break. It's something she wants to share with Gale.

(And hidden beneath, a small treat for Tara. Gotta pay her proper respects.)

Knock, knock! It's ya girl]

[Gale cannot remember the last time he slept so well, without interruption from the orb's stirring, or without any of his worries regarding the many unsolved problems he found himself faced with manifesting themselves as nightmares. It was a welcome change, one of many reasons he was grateful Amelia had accepted his invitation, though as reasons went, it was further down the list than one might think.

Morning comes, as it always does, sunlight filtering in through the tall, open windows that look out over that conjured replica of Waterdeep, the curtains stirring thanks to the gentle breeze blowing in off the harbor. He rubs at one of his eyes with the heel of his hand as they slowly creak open, then stifles a yawn as he turns his head towards the window— judging by the angle of the light, which he has of course ensured is accurate despite the fact that the scenery outside is nothing more than an illusion, it's a bit later in the morning than he would normally rise, though given their late night and the occasion, he supposes that shouldn't come as much of a surprise.

He smiles as bits and pieces of the previous evening return to him unbidden, and despite the rather significant step they had taken, it's the kisses and resolutions they'd shared on the balcony and those blissful, almost pleasantly numb moments before sleep that immediately come to mind. He shifts carefully, moving onto his side to face the woman in bed beside him, one arm still curled beneath her waist. It seems a terrible shame to disturb her while she sleeps, and so he remains uncharacteristically silent, though he cannot help but to reach out and lightly trace the curve of her shoulder with his finger, trailing down the length of her arm.]

Edited 2024-01-14 10:16 (UTC)

I'm in the lobby. Would you like to pick me up?

[There's no other fanfare or boisterous manner in which she announces her return to Hotel Caelum. Amelia had been very clear and concise about how she wanted to check up on Blackgale, her high school, and other supernatural matters that needed her input. Additionally, this came with the approximate length of time she would be home and when she would come back.

"Two weeks, give or take. I will return."

It wasn't an exact promise, but she always had a way of saying things and 100% meaning it with little wiggle room for interpretation.

This was an unspoken promise that the Emerald Witch wasn't about to break. And thus, she sits in the hotel lobby, seated on one of the sofas, drinking a black coffee and reading a book, waiting for her beloved's reply or appearance. Either or.]

un: steinbeck

sometime late november!!!

🎁 December 25th

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