01-28-2021, 04:49 PM
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RIFTWEAVER
[W]iskerRIFTWEAVER
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Rift turned his gaze to Keona, offering her a small purr of greeting since she couldn't see the smile across his maw. "Good morning, Keona. How are you today?" he asked, deciding to take a small break from his cleaning to focus his attention upon his visitor. At her question, the male nodded enthusiastically. "I'm getting rid of a bunch of things I no longer have use for."
The male thought for a second before turning to one of the boxes. He dug through, pulling out a small wooden case with a metal latch. Inside was a pair of round, wire-framed sunglasses and a small, sharp silver letter opener. The sunglasses were dark, with a blueish tint to the glass. The letter opener was inlaid with a few small crystals and had roses and vines carved into the handle. He set the open box near her, pushing it until it touched her paw. "This is for you. Sunglasses to protect your eyes, and a letter opener for whatever you wish to use it for, as well as a wooden box with a latch. I found these while cleaning and figured you could get more use from them." he said simply, smiling broadly.
Keona wasn't the only one he had gifts for. He'd also gathered up gifts for Michael, Roxanne, Goldie, and his brothers. While most of them were pretty simple, his gifts for Brandy were... different. The male had gathered up all his accessories - feathered earrings, ect - that they'd owned before their split, and put them in a small silver treasure chest type box. A peace offering of their most valued possessions, a way of stating his acceptance of their shared origins, and his acceptance of Brandyskies. He glanced nervously at said box, sitting up on a shelf, and his mind raced. Would Brandy accept it? He shook the thoughts off, looking back to Keona.
"I hope you enjoy them." he murmured, shuffling his paws. Gift giving made him anxious. He always fretted over whether or not they'd be accepted, and always worried about what he would do if they weren't. Possibly the biggest fear associated with gift giving was that of said gift being rejected. Nobody wanted a thoughtful gift to be rejected, for such an action often equated to rejection of the gift-giver. "You don't have to keep them, if you don't want to," he added, not wanting to make her feel forced into accepting such a thing.
Rift turned his gaze to Keona, offering her a small purr of greeting since she couldn't see the smile across his maw. "Good morning, Keona. How are you today?" he asked, deciding to take a small break from his cleaning to focus his attention upon his visitor. At her question, the male nodded enthusiastically. "I'm getting rid of a bunch of things I no longer have use for."
The male thought for a second before turning to one of the boxes. He dug through, pulling out a small wooden case with a metal latch. Inside was a pair of round, wire-framed sunglasses and a small, sharp silver letter opener. The sunglasses were dark, with a blueish tint to the glass. The letter opener was inlaid with a few small crystals and had roses and vines carved into the handle. He set the open box near her, pushing it until it touched her paw. "This is for you. Sunglasses to protect your eyes, and a letter opener for whatever you wish to use it for, as well as a wooden box with a latch. I found these while cleaning and figured you could get more use from them." he said simply, smiling broadly.
Keona wasn't the only one he had gifts for. He'd also gathered up gifts for Michael, Roxanne, Goldie, and his brothers. While most of them were pretty simple, his gifts for Brandy were... different. The male had gathered up all his accessories - feathered earrings, ect - that they'd owned before their split, and put them in a small silver treasure chest type box. A peace offering of their most valued possessions, a way of stating his acceptance of their shared origins, and his acceptance of Brandyskies. He glanced nervously at said box, sitting up on a shelf, and his mind raced. Would Brandy accept it? He shook the thoughts off, looking back to Keona.
"I hope you enjoy them." he murmured, shuffling his paws. Gift giving made him anxious. He always fretted over whether or not they'd be accepted, and always worried about what he would do if they weren't. Possibly the biggest fear associated with gift giving was that of said gift being rejected. Nobody wanted a thoughtful gift to be rejected, for such an action often equated to rejection of the gift-giver. "You don't have to keep them, if you don't want to," he added, not wanting to make her feel forced into accepting such a thing.