winebar | CRESCENTVIEW: INBOX

[ It's early in the morning when Kaspar finds the van Zieks farm today. Their farms share the forest, and Kaspar has come dressed a shade more appropriately for farmwork than the last time he'd seen the taller man. He'd been at the meeting, wandering off and around at some point (and not delivering the answers he wrote but decided to keep in his room). Kaspar still saw what happened, from a distance. But he's not sure the prisoner would've appreciated his first instinct to pick the hay from his hair.

So it isn't long after that, when Kaspar appears in his familiar white trousers, a few tools added to his belt with his holster and box of bullets. The leather boots are familiar too, but most surprisingly he's traded the rest of his livery for a warm plaid button up, long sleeves shoved up and a few of the front buttons undone. It reveals little, beyond part of his tighter white undershirt. Protection from the sun or modesty, the culprit is a mystery.

He looks up at the still lightening sky, realizing he has no idea what time it is. Kaspar doesn't seem to have shame about getting distracted smiling up at the soft morning light starting to drift through the trees. No, he doesn't miss the bells or the manipulated light. ]

[ 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. ]

Edited (Sob I'm sorry it's so late for me ==;; -- since i have his signature ready for letters now (yes, i originally wrote this before reading the event...)) 2022-12-17 07:10 (UTC)

Lord van Zieks, It has been some time since we last spoke, and I hope you are keeping well. I would like to apologize again for the incident earlier this season. I will endeavor to make sure such a thing never happens again, and you are more than welcome to stop me - by force, if necessary - if it does. Regardless, I would like to maintain a working professional relationship between us, as I think our respective areas of expertise complement well and could be of great service to those in our unique circumstances. If there is anything of which I can ever be of assistance, do not hesitate to let me know. - Marshal Trahearne.

[ the next day-ish after the meeting ]

[ morning of the 14th, but I'm late ]

a letter, soon after the dance