Giving Rings [backdated: December 25th]

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus knew the holiday was important to a lot of people in Darrow. It fell about the same time of year as the Roman Saturnalia and it was not far from the solstice his people had celebrated. He knew, now, that people often exchanged gifts this time of year, and he'd thought for quite some time about what he might give Krem and Hild.

His mind kept turning back toward the same thought, despite the weight it might bring. He would just have to be clear about his intentions, especially since he imagined Hild and Krem would both be familiar with what he wanted to give.

For Hild he had a lighter torc, the ends crafted into ash leaves; he also had a bracelet for her. Krem's torc had loose spirals on the ends.

He only hoped the reception went well and took a breath before he knocked on the door.

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[light_of_the_world]

She nodded again, giving his fingers a squeeze, to reassure herself perhaps more than him, who remained steady and true in her eyes, more precious to her than gold.

"My gift pales in comparison," Hild admitted, huffing out a soft laugh of embarrassment. There was nothing wrong with her gift itself, she thought, but to give it after what Gannicus had given her made her second guess herself. "Though I hope you will enjoy it, as it requires time with me."

[god_of_the_arena]

"I think you have better mind for gifts than I might," he quipped. Gannicus smiled at her, soft and warm and adoring. "Especially when I did not expect one." He caught her chin to give her a kiss.