#//dorothea i wuv youuu aaaaa

[frauleindermorgen]

As the festivities sweep across Garreg Mach, one member of the Black Eagles House finds herself partaking in a time-honored tradition—one that celebrates the warmth of camaraderie and the strengthening of bonds. A time to forget about the barriers of status that divide, and to embrace all that brings people together.

“hello! i don’t think we’ve spoken before,” she says with a soft, inviting smile, barely making any effort to conceal the mirth dancing in her eyes. “i hope you’ll forgive me for taking so long. timing is everything, you know! it’s important to make the right impression.” the songstress extends a gift bag with a subtle flourish, its deep crimson coloring reminiscent of their banner. “allow me to make introductions with a small present. i’m dorothea, and today, i come not as your fellow student, but as a festive envoy~! this is for you. enjoy!”

inside, she will find a small box of marzipan candies—delicately molded into whimsical shapes. nestled beside them is a snow globe ornament; a fragile, dainty thing containing miniature snow-dusted trees. “may you have a lovely holiday~!”

“Oh, hello!” Micaiah looks up from her journal once another approaches her in the great hall; normally the priestess does not like crowded places but seeing the hall decorated as it is, and the cheer of everyone in it she cannot help but want to spend some time basking in that warm atmosphere.

“We have not! I’m Micaiah and you’re - ”

She receives both the woman’s name as well as gift which she accepts, unable to turn down such a kind gesture; however, before the other can leave Micaiah asks them to wait a moment.

“Ah, I was not prepared but I can hardly leave you empty handed after all the work you put into this! Please just a moment…”

Inside the pouch on her belt there remains one last wooden blessing charm she had been whittling at – simple compared to what she had given her family, it is a round pendant with a single song bird in flight at its center, still she offers it with a smile to Dorothea.

“You must be busy, Miss Envoy but please take this. It’s said that our goddess back in Tellius sometimes takes the form of a bird and sings her followers the sweetest of songs. I’ve heard you are a singer too, yes? I hope you’ll accept this then even as just a bauble!”

She lets the wood charm on its simple string fall into Dorothea’s hands before taking her own present and putting it in her lap. “Thank you, I hope we can talk more next time,” she says with a smile. Upon opening the box she finds it has just enough candy for all of those she most wants to share it with.