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Diryas had spent a considerable amount of time just trying to find an apt gift for the woman he'd been selected to give it to. She was a Hermes Chosen, and he knew very little about her aside from the information he'd been provided. Her taste in books was only slightly similar to his own, so he wasn't sure what would exactly constitute an ideal booth within those genres. That being said, he was reasonably confident about his choice, having indeed spent that time on selecting it.

He made his way through the Hermes dorms, looking for the right door. Once, he did have to knock on a door and outright ask where Marisol might be. It was more efficient than wandering around, after all. He would just have to trust that they had given him the right directions, despite the possibility for a prank being fairly high.

Finally, he found the door he'd been directed to and looked up at it, rolling the package he held around in his hands. Alright, time to knock on that door.

And so, he did.

He noticed immediately that her eyes were a similar shade to his own, though hers were green and his were a very light brown. He also noticed that they were similar heights, with Diryas only an inch or so taller than she. Surrounded by so many people he had to literally look up to, it was a relief to be able to look her in the eye without craning his neck. She wasn't terribly familiar to him, and her statement involving the cat explained why.

Well, it was much easier to interact with her as a human, that was for sure.

"I'm looking for Marisol, yes," he confirmed. After a heartbeat, he attempted a friendly half-smile, remembering that people tended to find his stoicism off-putting. Normally, he didn't care. Diryas was quite content to let people figure that out on their own, but this was a goodwill thing. He hadn't grown up with Christmas in his Muslim household, and it wasn't a prominent feature in his or his husband's adult lives, but he understood the gist of it. The half-smile probably looked as unnatural as it felt, but it would have to do. It was surely better than staring at Marisol.

He pondered over the pronunciation of her name, checking to make sure he'd pronounced it the same way she had.

He was probably fine.

"I have a gift for you." He held the small box out to her. It was about four to five inches on each edge, more or less a cube, and wrapped in silver paper. "It's heavy."

--to reveal a glass paperweight. It was roughly baseball-sized, very solid, and the kind that was laser-etched on the inside. The etching was a bird of paradise in flight, and it caught the light in an array of colours. Diryas had taken the offer and a seat on the very edge of Marisol's bed, watching as she'd unwrapped the gift he'd brought her. It was not precisely jewelry, but he honestly had no idea about jewelry and hadn't wanted to chance bringing her something too small or large or something with a metal she was allergic to, if she happened to be allergic to metal. So, the paperweight it was. A glance around the room showed him the papers and pen on her desk, and he felt a bit of relief that she might actually be the type to get some use out of the practical applications of the gift he'd brought her.

"If you drop it, it will likely do more damage to the floor," he offered.

He smiled back, or at least tried to, genuinely pleased that she liked it so much. As much as it was a joke, he had to admit that using it as a weapon would probably also work just fine. As long as she had range or time to grab it, anyway. Diryas got to his feet. He caught the sincerity behind what she said, and he appreciated it.

"I'm glad you like it."

And he meant it.

Not wanting to overstay his welcome, especially since they hardly knew one another--liking his gift did not necessarily make them friends, after all--Diryas angled his body towards the door leading out of her room. He knew, however, that it would be very rude to just leave.

"I'm in Athena's dorms," he offered. "For meeting up outside the holidays."

Was that how this was done?