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December 25th

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[ On Christmas Day, Kainé will find a small package at her doorstep. Inside, she will find a snow globe with a cute, Christmas-themed tapir inside, along with... something... and a card with the following text in it:

Ms. Kainé,

Merry Christmas!

I'm not sure if you celebrate it in your world, but where I come from, this time of the year is the time for celebration with friends and family, full of joy and hopes for the future. I'm really grateful I got to meet you here, so I hope you accept this little token of appreciation! I know it's not much, but please remember that you can count on me whenever you need anything!

Sincerely,
Noel Vermillion

Now that's all good and well, she might say, but what's the deal with the other thing? That would be Noel's custom, handmade rendition of a yule log cake. The problem? Noel can't cook. No, it's more than that ─ her cooking is absolutely atrocious, and the results are not unlike the worst of poisons. Most people brave enough to try it are left sick for weeks and traumatized for life. The wise thing would be to get rid of this abomination as soon as possible and never speak of its horrors again. But hey, at least the other gift is not deadly, so she got one half of it right! ]

near the end of the month

[noblegarnet]

A bundle wrapped in simple brown paper is left at Kainé's door, a simple but neatly written note attached:

Kainé,

I did my best with the flowers, but I know it's not perfect. Either way, I hope you find it useful.

- Ferran

Inside is a sturdy-looking dark cloak embroidered with a few lunar tear-like flowers embroidered along the edge in silver. There are a couple of visible spots where the thread was removed out and redone, but overall it's clear he put careful effort into the work.

sender: Tifa Lockhart, can move to action after if you'd prefer!

[starshower]

[Out of everyone she's yet to tell, Kaine is the first she opens her journal to write to. And whenever she reads the message, there will be a round, black blotch on the page where her quill rests for a long time as she considers how to begin before it transforms into a word, with impeccably neat handwriting.]

When you've got a moment, there's something I wanted to talk to you about. Nothing bad. Actually, the opposite! Exciting news! If you haven't already heard about it...