[ Early morning, a small box is left upon the windowsill with a note that would be very hard to miss from inside, propped up with an exclamation point and weighted with a small stone. Once unfolded, written in Kaspar's neat cursive despite the slant of quick writing is the following:
Enclosed is a token of affection for my dearest new friends. You might have yours early. Please wear it if your heart desires, but feel no obligation to anything but its tender whims.
Affectionately yours,
Inside the box is a small corsage of sorts, a makeshift pin on the back providing van Zieks options. Wild flowers of purple and blue, cradled by far darker leaves of the forest, including a few of the ones that had stuck in Kaspar's hair on their walk. Pressed, dried, and arranged purposefully among the fresher plants. ]
[ morning of the 14th, but I'm late ]
Enclosed is a token of affection for my dearest new friends. You might have yours early.
Please wear it if your heart desires, but feel no obligation to anything but its tender whims.
Affectionately yours,
Inside the box is a small corsage of sorts, a makeshift pin on the back providing van Zieks options. Wild flowers of purple and blue, cradled by far darker leaves of the forest, including a few of the ones that had stuck in Kaspar's hair on their walk. Pressed, dried, and arranged purposefully among the fresher plants. ]