[Alia’s gift is wrapped somewhat clumsily in brown paper, likely taken from the kitchens, and taped excessively to ensure it’s secure. Inside, resting in sparkly, star-studded tissue paper:
A smooth-polished rock from the lake (yes, everyone gets a rock) with the gift-receiver’s initials carefully carved into it (with what? Don’t worry about it.)
A business card for Sol & Scroll, because if you aren’t patronizing it, you should be.
There’s also a note, scribbled on notebook paper stolen from Alina (sorry, babe):]
Parisa -
I feel your mind in this place like a rumble in the desert. Should you wish to enact your rage again on another, you may find me.
delivery; christmas eve 12/24
There’s also a note, scribbled on notebook paper stolen from Alina (sorry, babe):]
Parisa -
I feel your mind in this place like a rumble in the desert. Should you wish to enact your rage again on another, you may find me.
- Alia