May 22nd, afternoon Who: Esme & Oded What: Saying thank you. When: May 22nd, afternoon Where: Oded's trailer Warnings: TBD
Esmeralda felt like things had changed a lot in the last week and a half, and honestly, she mainly blamed Oded. It wasn't a bad thing, not at all. She'd started to feel a little more confident around people, not quite so skittish. A little more like the girl she'd once been. Still shy, but not painfully so. It felt like the time to cut ties with the girl who'd been tortured and abused for so long. She'd left that girl lost in the woods. And as if to prove that point she'd made a symbolic gesture, loosing the long red locks and dying them a pale blonde. Because they say blonde's have more fun, and she certainly was now that she no longer had to fight each day to stay alive. She hadn't mentioned it to anyone yet, she still wasn't entirely sure about the new look. But she looked a little more mature, and that certainly helped now that she didn't have to constantly show her fake ID at every place she visited.
It was how she'd got Oded's thank you gift.
She may have lied a tiny bit when she'd said she'd just noticed something and bought it for him. She'd purposefully gone in search of something for him. She remembered the first time she'd met Oded, on his deck on her first night at the circus. How he'd been drinking Scotch. It seemed like the best idea she had at the time for something he'd really enjoy. That was how she'd wound up walking to Oded's trailer in the late afternoon, feeling a little better after visiting Ghede. Holding a box delicately in her arms. It was large and wooden, filled with straw to keep it's contents safe. A fine bottle of aged Scotch Whiskey was enclosed within, it's label yellowed and dust still clinging to some places after decades of storage, clearly having come from a specialist store as the bottle was rare. Framing it was two glasses that the man in the store had recommended and Whiskey stones to keep the drink cold without diluting it. There was also a ring hidden within the straw which actually was something she'd noticed as she passed by a window and bought for him spur of the moment. Just because the sentimental woman thought the little forest contained within it looked like the place Oded had showed his hand. He'd drink the Scotch and probably forget all about it, but she did hope he'd keep the ring. Even if he didn't wear it.
The blonde skipped up to Oded's door and carefully balanced the box on one arm so she could knock lightly on the man's wagon. Biting her lip slightly as she awaited an answer. She had mentioned she'd be over, but she didn't give him a exact time, so she just hoped he'd be home and that she wouldn't be interrupting anything.