In spite of our discussion about gifts, Braeden had brought one for me. I apologized for not having anything for him. I had been busy and distracted of late but he assured me that he’d enjoyed unwrapping me as a gift. What he gave me however, made our evening seem almost paltry in comparison.
Inside the box were a number of gowns, unique styles not found in Silvermoon and each looked to be well… forgiving in its cut or arrangement. Extra fabric to grow into or be comfortable in. One of the gowns had doubled as a sort of cushion for a more fragile part of the gifting.
It was a small glass dome with a solid base. Inside it was a carved and painted likeness of Braeden, myself and Warmonger, walking across what I guessed to be snow. If the dome was shaken- gently, there were small white-painted flecks of something that would float inside the glass and flutter to land on the little figures like snow. It was beautiful and unique, Braeden said he’d had a friend who is skilled in jewelry crafting make it.
It was beautiful and unique, I couldn’t help but smile at the tiny version of Warmonger, covered in false snow. He said he wanted one every year with us together and we laughed at where we’d keep all of them, with our long years. It wasn’t the last gift however. At the bottom of the box there was also a sturdy envelope with all the paperwork prepared for the business, including licensing and a name-changing form for after the wedding. It was a wonderful assortment of gifts I wish I could’ve matched, my fiance is always more than I deserve.
I laughed softly, flicking through the documents. “Well that is definitely something to look forward to when we go back to Quel’thalas. I should get it up and running before my belly starts getting in my way.”
He told me he’d looked into the details Jhaelune and I had worked out and just made the final push with the paperwork. “Happy Winter’s Veil, Chaszmyre.”
"Thank you Braeden," I murmured, flopping against him to curl up on the bed. "It’s perfect."