She pressed a kiss against his forehead— the inebriated birthday
boy now securely tucked into his bed, with some of her aid, and fits
of giggles all the way. It was good that he seemed to have a good
time, even if the means had not lent themself to the perfect moment
in which she could present her gift.Maybeit’s for the best. Something to ease the displeasure of a hangover.
The thought made her smile, glancing at his dormant face, and
giggling quietly, slipping her hand into her pocket, and setting the
trinket on his nightstand, before placing the note which went with
it, to it’s left.It read:
My dearest Saguru.
I was aided in crafting this by some of the
locals I met in my travels. Bolivian rosewood,
I believe it is. And antelope antler.
I approximated your size—
but It should at least fit one of your fingers.
Happy Birthday, my darling.
And just as she said she might, she grabbed the sham off the edge of his bed, and climbed into the highback chair in the room’s corner, huddling down, and drifting to sleep.
