Gifts. And sometime the person gifted has non-stand 'want it's' - Inspired by Mother's day Lady who got a trailer of horse manure for her roses. -- She Who Knits
Felice squealed in joy at the sight of the cart and what she could see inside it. Logs of hazel wood. Baskets of dragon eggshells and scales. Careful shelves of assorted gemstones. Vials of creature blood and mats of felted creature hair.
"Oh you shouldn't have," she cooed.
"It's all ethically sourced, of course," said Breen. "The gemstones are unfinished so you can do what you like with them. And I got you a whole bunch of carborundum for your grindstones."
Felice was already rummaging through the baskets and containers. She was squeaking with glee at each discovery. She almost fainted as she pulled what looked like a long, brown braid. "Is this a skein of Elf hair?!"
"Yeah... I kind of did a favour for Wraithvine on the way between point A and point B. I didn't know it was hir until... well..." Breen gestured vaguely towards the skein. "Just as ze says. It never hurts to help."
"This is going to keep me making artefacts and charms for years," said Felice.
"That's the point," said Breen. "I may not see you so much any more, but I'm still thinking of you everywhere I go. Happy birthday."
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