What was this? Rhiannon tilted her head as she looked over the wrapped gift that was resting on her bed. She had gone out to help with chores in the Ild'vann, the young teen doing her best to support the hunters by cleaning up around the animal pens since killing and skinning wild game truly wasn’t her favorite thing to do, and apparently while she was out cleaning the stables for Ziya someone had sneaked into her room and left this little box for her. “Strange.” Rhiannon frowned as she looked over at her twins’ bed, the pair sharing one of the rooms of their family cottage since Revna had moved up into the attic to make a nest for herself up there. What was even in this and who would have left such a thing instead of dropping it off directly to her? Her mind spiralled with the possibilities, the girl having a penchant for creating all sorts of scenarios even if some were fairly unreasonable all things considered. There wasn’t some sort of magical gudmor or fe to leave her a gift, right? It wasn’t a trick by any of her siblings either…at least not that she would expect since the tricksters in her family tended to be either her or Rhidian. The rest of their family was far too serious for such things save for perhaps their far. Oh, wait! Was far back finally from his travels? The very thought had her bi-colored gaze gleaming with excitement. He was one of those that supported her interests while most in the Ild’vann had survival on the mind more than anything else. She had hoped that at least her mor would consider her future path as helpful since it was something that had existed before the Ild’vann fell on harder times up norther, but it seemed that it would take some time for her to adjust to the very idea. A soft sigh left Rhiannon’s lips as she tried to shake off the wave of sorrow, the girl reaching out to take the present as a distraction. If it was a prank then so be it! Her fingers tore at the ribbon holding together the pieces of silk that covered the box, the teen saving the pretty blue material for later. She could probably craft that into something, right? That was one aspect of living in the Ild’vann that she did cling to - never letting anything go to waste when you could repurpose it later. Either way the thought was lost when she finally opened the box to reveal the precious gift inside. “Hvem gjorde dette?” The soft gasp left her lips as she admired the gift, her gaze watering as she held onto the soft leather journal. Was it truly a gift from her far? She couldn’t think of anyone else that would have given her such a precious thing like this and with obvious detail from another region. Had it picked it up in the markets of Jahaur or Oba? The soft leather was dyed into a bluish hue with tightly woven golden and silver threads in the style of a large bird in mid-flight. The pages were a sturdy parchment paper that was threaded inside with plenty of room for her to write. Beneath the journal was even a pen set with colored ink, the sight making her gaze widen even more as she set the journal aside on the bed so that she could hold up the glass pens and study them. “For writing stories so that you can share more with me when I come home next time. I couldn’t resist since I thought of you when I saw these in the marketplace in Sulburi…” She continued to read the small card that had fluttered out from the paper inside of the box that the pens had been tucked inside of. Her father had thought of her when he spotted a traveling Belrean merchant in Sulburi who was selling writing sets, something that seemed unique with the Belrean style mixed into the design of the pens and the inkwells that came with it that were sealed with colored wax. Rhiannon smiled as she continued reading, the girl jumping onto her bed to spend the afternoon there so that she could twirl the pens and fiddle with them on the parchment paper. She would have to learn to write in so many languages so that she could fully utilize them and make all the notes about everything she wanted to learn so that she could share stories with others!

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