Giselle's time was coming close, they all felt it. The children in her womb kicked and nudged, eager to emerge to the world. Silvano was risking her going into labor while he was gone but he wanted to surprise her with something when she was through and their children were in their arms at last. A gift, for her trouble and misery, as well as something to make her smile all the more. But he did not know what to bring, nor what to find her. She loved books, and she loved small animals, but they had far more than enough books for all of them. He had to find something that would not replace the stoat in her affections, that could be useful or pretty. A songbird. Giselle loved to sing, and Silvano wanted to find her something that would make her heart sing with it. But he was in a rut. Who had a songbird to trade? Silvano had to think, and remembered the trade caravan from Cercatori d'Arte. Perhaps they had a bird or something to trade.
He did not tell her where he went, but said he would be back home as fast as he could. Giselle was clearly getting more and more uncomfortable and he rushed himself so as not to miss their children's arrival. Silvano ran hard in his secui form with the books tied tightly to his back to keep them from slipping, a pair of pants wedged in with them. By the time he arrived at the borders, he found himself a bit winded as he shifted forms, slipping the books from his back and pulling on his worn jeans. The books were simple, a book of plays by a Shakespeare. He had seen references to the man often in other books and thumbed through a few. They were interesting but not enough for him to keep. To boot, he added a book on jewelry making and furniture making, just in case they had the first.
Rubbing at sore legs, the tall hulking Knight howled for assistance, happy to finally have arrived. He sat himself on a stump and sighed heavily, hoping to get through quickly for his mate was sure to be waiting.
Photo taken by Luana. Table style inspired by Kitty.
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