He couldn't immediately think of anyone else to leave a note for, so when he came back to the supplies he had set aside for himself, he paused, mentally running back through his days and seeing what adventures and encounters he had had. A recent one flashed into his mind, of racing in an exposed grassland, feeling very out of place in a warrior's land where so much blood was spilled.
He shuddered, by grabbed paper and pen anyway, banishing the negative associations with the thought, and focusing only on the positive as he wrote.
"I hope you're doing well, and that the next time you find yourself on the Bellum Steppe, you're hopefully a little better prepared for combat than either of us seemed to be the last time. It's a dangerous place, you know."
He peered at it for a moment, before shrugging and realizing he had little else to say to the Night Court Youth. He just didn't know the boy well enough. (Ironic that he called the other a boy when he was barely a year older, but he was still technically an adult while the boy was not.)
He dried and folded the little slip of paper, puncturing the folded corner so he could thread a nice ribbon through. He chose a nice, dark red for the Night Court Youth, thinking the boy would enjoy the color, pertaining to both his coat and the darkness of night.
For Raglan
Auru trotted a ways down the boardwalk, tying the ends of the ribbon over a low-hanging branch, the bottom of the folded note just brushing a bundle of flowers that lined the edges of the walk, almost hidden away from view except for the soft, luminescent glow of the shiny ribbon caused by the low firelight, making sure that the inscription would be seen.
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OOC: <3
