Sure, perhaps they had not quite gotten off on the right hoof, and perhaps he had been largely ignored, but that didn't mean he couldn't still leave a note for her as well.
This was a festival.
A time of celebration for all.
Cantering back down the boardwalk, the man quickly picked up another piece of paper, pausing momentarily to consider his words, before quickly writing down a largely neutral message, one that addressed one of the few things he knew about the woman it was addressed to.
"May Solis bless you in the year to come, and may his light illuminate your searches. - Auru Geniven"
There, that seemed good enough. He didn't know the woman too personally, only her name, but he supposed that that didn't really matter, did it? The point of leaving little notes wasn't to leave deep, introspective reflections on personal relations, but greetings, and little whispers into each other's ears hung amongst the tree branches of a shadowed swamp, to hear them whispered in the quiet scratching of a pen in ambiance.
For Inkheart
He walked to the beginning of the boardwalk he had hung all of his notes upon, leaving this particular one hanging very near the entrance, with the hopes that she who it was made for may see it if she only should pass by the festival. It was tied upon a branch to hang in clear view of those who would choose to walk along this particular route, and left to hang there in silence, waiting to be read.
@Inkheart
OOC: <3
