[ It's very early in the morning when the knock sounds at her door. It's a crisp, cold morning and sunlight had only just begun to peek through the windows.
There's no one noticeably present when the door is open, but in front of the door there is a lone scarf with a note written in unfamiliar handwriting. ]
I can't say I know very much about customs in your world, but think of this as a gesture of good will.
[ There is no obvious indication of who it's from, but inside the scarf was a small line of embroidered words ]
“Nothing is really lost as long as you remember it”
[ Luz has never been an early riser, so she doesn't find the gift until she's getting ready to leave her place for the day. She reads over the note, bewildered for a moment - until she finds the embroidery on the inside of the scarf.
She laughs, and the note joins the growing collage on her bedroom wall. Every note, every word she's written about Epsilon hangs in the space over her bed, almost making her look like some sort of crazed conspiracy theorist. The difference in handwriting makes the new note stand out like a light amongst the darkness, and she stands back, grinning at her work.
The scarf, however, will not go on the wall - she slings it around her neck before leaving (for real, this time), and it will stay there for much of the rest of the month. ]
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Outside Luz's living space...
There's no one noticeably present when the door is open, but in front of the door there is a lone scarf with a note written in unfamiliar handwriting. ]
I can't say I know very much about customs in your world, but think of this as a gesture of good will.
[ There is no obvious indication of who it's from, but inside the scarf was a small line of embroidered words ]
“Nothing is really lost as long as you remember it”
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She laughs, and the note joins the growing collage on her bedroom wall. Every note, every word she's written about Epsilon hangs in the space over her bed, almost making her look like some sort of crazed conspiracy theorist. The difference in handwriting makes the new note stand out like a light amongst the darkness, and she stands back, grinning at her work.
The scarf, however, will not go on the wall - she slings it around her neck before leaving (for real, this time), and it will stay there for much of the rest of the month. ]