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— the week of 2/20

[theidlemaiden]

[ After checking in with Kyle, Hilda immediately reaches out to Claire. ]

𝘏𝘪, 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦! 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨.

[ The last thing she wants to do is cause any alarm, but she has to know that the older woman is okay. The one bright side to this feature is that it’s just text, and Claire will be unable to detect the strain or anxiety in her thoughts. ]

[nadine_he_loves]

Dr. Fraser? It's Nadine Cross.

I just wanted to let you know I've been granted permission to visit Solvunn to help with the situation there. I'll be bringing you equipment and supplies, it's all approved.

I've made a list of everything you mentioned already, but if there's anything else, let me know. I'll try and bring it.

[restingstitchface]

I forgot how much I despise parties. The only thing missing was an office.

[Because, you know, office parties.

Anyway, hello! Guess who didn't bump into you in the Feywilds or anything.]

— the evening of 7/24

[godshattering]

[ Claude's been studying the gift placed on his desk ever since he unwrapped it and read the note inside by way of turning it over and over in his hands to note all the details. What stands out the most at first glance is the tree inside which causes him to smile slightly each time his gaze falls upon it again. He's remembered Claire talking about her ability granted in the way of plants when they've discussed magic and so much else, and what was created - it's touching in a way which someone normally so gregarious has trouble finding the words for describing.

And, well - the gift giver isn't currently talking to him in something that's mutual so while he should probably also thank her at some point, Claire's who he reaches out to first. ]

I hear you're the reason I'm sitting here looking at something resembling my favorite pine trees. Thank you for that thoughtfulness since it's been far nicer to look at something from home that isn't only in the Horizon than I could've ever guessed it'd be. Was this from the power you'd told me about?

— sometime near the end of july

[theidlemaiden]

𝘞𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥?

𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘕𝘰𝘤𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘩.

[familysucks]

Be mindful of the new arrivals, one of my brothers is among them. What do you know of the archangel Gabriel?

[Whatever she's read or heard, it's probably wrong.]

[restingstitchface]

𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝓌 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓀𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝒸.

𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒, 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊?

— october, backdated to claire's birthday

[theidlemaiden]

[ They had met for their usual tea and catch up in Nocwich which is when Hilda had taken the opportunity to hand deliver Claire's gift. She had made the woman promise not to open it until she returned to Solvunn. It wasn't like it was anything offensive or embarrassing that couldn't be opened in the middle of the tea shop, but Hilda had insisted, claiming to be too sheepish to be there when she did open it.

Some of it had to do with being uncertain whether or not it was a silly purchase or if Claire would find it useful at all. She was normally the sort of person who was incredibly confident in her ability to buy people gifts but as of late even that confidence had taken a bit of a hit. More than that though, it's the contents of the note itself that are the bit embarrassing her.

When Claire does return to her home and opens the large, nicely wrapped box, the smell of leather will hit her first. Wrapped in tissue and a duster bag is a beautifully handstitched doctor's bag that comes with an adjustable strap. The hardware is polished to shine and just below the clasp of the bag stamped in gold, are Claire's initials. It's spacious on the inside, lined with a simple pattern.

A smaller, card version of the bag seems to house the note that accompanies the present. When she opens the "bag", a slip of paper pops out of it with the accompanying words: ]

𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦! 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘳𝘺, 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭-𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺.

𝘹𝘹 𝘏𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘢

mid-month holiday time

[nomnoms]

[ Left in front of Claire's house is a woven basket with her name written on it. Inside are seashells, dead butterflies that will almost certainly disintegrate if not handled with care, and a shark tooth. ]

mail delivery •

[carmesi]

[the package is set down at the stoop of claire's home. it's definitely big enough to pique the curiosity of the recipient as to open it as soon as possible, in any case. inside, an amount of homemade goods have been stacked atop each other: teas, soaps, and moisturizing lotions.

something else lies wrapped, though, and once opened, it'll reveal itself to be an apron to tie at her waist, with the novelty of pockets, so she may never run out of space while gardening or tending to her bees.

a small note sits under the box.]

Happy Winter Solstice.
𝓦anda 𝓜aximoff

— the week of 3/10

[iustise]

My dear,

[Lord John is well aware by now that this does not, in fact, work like a letter, but old habits die hard.]

I hope you are well. This storm that has settled over the land here in Thorne is wreaking not the least amount of havoc. Its winds are heaviest in Nott, and we in the guard are being advised to prepare ourselves for a temporary station there to assist Admiral Sidwell with repairs.

[John has many reasons he is reaching out. Checking in is definitely one of them, although the fact that he is talking about repairs and his duties on city guard means that he's hedging a little.]

[sonofacesius]

Hey Claire,

I hope you're doing okay. The Free Cities has been having lovely sand storms and lightning ever since, well....ever since. I hope you are doing alright in Solvunn and people aren't getting hurt too badly over there?

-- Will

[thedreamer]

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚛! 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 - 𝚘𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎?

[ The point, Doctor... ]

𝙰𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜, 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙻𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝, 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍?

immediately after returning to Thorne

[northerndragon]

[The handwriting is formal and, likely, very familiar at this point.]

I don't know where to start.

I'd like for us to speak soon — face to face. I will come to you in the Horizon as soon as I may, if you are amenable.

— Jon Snow

Not long after reaching the Coup Basement

[northerndragon]

I don't know what you're hearing over there, or if you've heard anything, but there is trouble in Thorne.

I'm all right. My sister, too. I don't want you to worry.

circa thorne coup / early july

[sophos]

Hi.
I hope things in Solvunn are okay. Thorne's kind of messy, but Percy and I are fine.
Do you have some time today or tomorrow to work in the Horizon?

early july 4; post attack

[iustise]

[Early in the morning, after the dust has (literally) settled and John has managed to clean himself up at least somewhat. He does not know whether Claire has seen Wille’s announcement but he figures that he owes her his own message directly before he even attempts to think of sleeping, especially given how worried she had been for him previously.

But if she had been so concerned then, what can he possibly say to put her mind at ease now…]

𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓷 𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓮. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓮𝓭.

[He will have a few nasty bruises in a few days but considering the alternative, he’ll take it.]

early october (now-ish);

[iustise]

[John understands that he probably should have told her about all of this sooner. But he also had reasoned that doing so would only cause her to worry when there would not be a lot that could be done from afar. And in his position, it's easier to wait until he knows that things are more settled and he's not in any more immediate peril, then simply beg her forgiveness for having withheld the information from her for this long.

In his defense, he feels as though he has burdened enough people already.]

𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓮?

𝓘 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭.

[Ominous.]

[morethan084]

[Climbing the creaky stairs, Daisy's hand hovers at the door to Claire's bedroom for a moment. She isn't sure what time it is, exactly, but it's still dark out. It could've just been a weird dream she's just had, but her gut tells her it's more than that.

Quietly, at first, Daisy knocks on her door.]

Claire?

[When she doesn't answer, she opens the door as quietly as she can. Of course, the door squeaks louder than she'd like it to.]

Claire?

[She repeats, a bit louder this time.]

delivery 🎁

[sophos]

[ at some point over the wintertide & solstice season, arriving shortly before their invitation and arrival to the nether, claire will find a package delivered to her in solvunn, containing a handmade knitted gift for the celebrations. ]

wrapped neatly and tied with a bow, please find inside a blue and green patterned scarf. there's only a short note that simply reads:

Happy Holidays
♥ Annabeth