Who: Terry and Tsura When: Evening of November 23rd--Tsura's birthday Where: The greenhouses What/Why: The giving of a gift to celebrate Tsura's birthday Warnings: Incredible fluffiness and lovey-dovey stuff...
This was one of those times when Terry wished he knew magic. Lighting one candle for every year of Tsura's life wasn't exactly difficult, but it was time-consuming and more than a bit frustrating when one blew out or was difficult to light. Fadri had been kind enough to darken the walls of the greenhouse so that the candlelight couldn't be seen from outside. He'd warned Terry he'd be working nearby, however, so Terry knew better than to get any kind of interesting ideas about what kind of gift he wanted to give Tsura. Of course, both he and Fadri knew that the opportunity for things of that nature presented itself every night. What was so different tonight was something that Terry wasn't quite sure about--and he wasn't going to ask.
He double-checked: there was the cake he'd managed to sneak out of the kitchens; there was the fruit. His violin was ready to play and the melody he'd written was already playing in his mind. All he needed was Tsura.