[A strong child, he's noted each time he's come to see her, stalwart as he's grown to expect. The pain must be excruciating, but she bears it. She bears it because she knows she must no longer run away from herself, or from others. In a sense, he admires her for that, because it had been something he's always been guilty of deep down. Running away from responsibility and from reaching out to those he was supposed to protect.
Gilgamesh watches her tiny hands make slow, careful work of the paper. In time, she reveals a rustic tome, with beakers and flasks pictured on the front of a dusty cover. Inside are pages detailing all sorts of concoctions and recipes, herbs from worlds over, and in general a plethora of knowledge for any young alchemist, botanist, or magus to absorb. He knows it will occupy her for hours, and for this reason, he's grateful for ALASTAIR's "anoymous" gift.
On top of the tome rests a romance novel that someone seemingly selected just for her. Out of curiosity, Gilgamesh had paged through it, only to discover the steamiest portions had been censored... but perhaps that was for the best with an imaginative mind such as hers. Another thoughtful gift, if a bit more questionable than the last.
Gilgamesh may have been in a sour mood, but if he could like anything right now, it was gift-giving. He leans forward, eager to gauge her response.]
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Gilgamesh watches her tiny hands make slow, careful work of the paper. In time, she reveals a rustic tome, with beakers and flasks pictured on the front of a dusty cover. Inside are pages detailing all sorts of concoctions and recipes, herbs from worlds over, and in general a plethora of knowledge for any young alchemist, botanist, or magus to absorb. He knows it will occupy her for hours, and for this reason, he's grateful for ALASTAIR's "anoymous" gift.
On top of the tome rests a romance novel that someone seemingly selected just for her. Out of curiosity, Gilgamesh had paged through it, only to discover the steamiest portions had been censored... but perhaps that was for the best with an imaginative mind such as hers. Another thoughtful gift, if a bit more questionable than the last.
Gilgamesh may have been in a sour mood, but if he could like anything right now, it was gift-giving. He leans forward, eager to gauge her response.]
Well? Will these do, for my favorite royalty?