So you are. But I am not so patient. Perhaps that is my human nature.
[Caleb couldn't help but find it appropriate that Essek had mentioned his 121 years just now. He slipped a hand into a pocket and drew forth a simple little pouch, a soft lavender color, cinched closed with a string, and held it out to Essek.]
It's of my own making...
[He explained, as if wanting to explain why perhaps it was not the most glamorous of gifts. When Essek opened the pouch he would find a pendant on a delicate silver chain. Looking closer he'd undoubtedly be able to tell it was amber, and likely feel the residual frisson of a spell that had been encapsulated within it. This was a manifestation of Widogast's Vault of Amber, and even closer inspection would reveal the ghostly outline of what at this size looked like a time-frozen storm of confetti.]
And it is both a gift for now, and one for, hopefully, many years from now. Because I am human, there will come a day when I am not here to tell you everything you mean to me, how much I love you, how remarkable you are. So... I took the liberty of writing these for you, to hold while I am here and have when I am gone.
[He'd penned love letter after love letter. Some stumbling, since he would never be a poet, but earnest and heartfelt. Page after page after page, written, collected, and preserved within the spell of this Amber Vault.]
The word to release them, when that day comes, is Sternenlicht.
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Date: 2024-06-28 12:47 pm (UTC)[Caleb couldn't help but find it appropriate that Essek had mentioned his 121 years just now. He slipped a hand into a pocket and drew forth a simple little pouch, a soft lavender color, cinched closed with a string, and held it out to Essek.]
It's of my own making...
[He explained, as if wanting to explain why perhaps it was not the most glamorous of gifts. When Essek opened the pouch he would find a pendant on a delicate silver chain. Looking closer he'd undoubtedly be able to tell it was amber, and likely feel the residual frisson of a spell that had been encapsulated within it. This was a manifestation of Widogast's Vault of Amber, and even closer inspection would reveal the ghostly outline of what at this size looked like a time-frozen storm of confetti.]
And it is both a gift for now, and one for, hopefully, many years from now. Because I am human, there will come a day when I am not here to tell you everything you mean to me, how much I love you, how remarkable you are. So... I took the liberty of writing these for you, to hold while I am here and have when I am gone.
[He'd penned love letter after love letter. Some stumbling, since he would never be a poet, but earnest and heartfelt. Page after page after page, written, collected, and preserved within the spell of this Amber Vault.]
The word to release them, when that day comes, is Sternenlicht.