Dec 25, 2007 17:49
The bag was heavy, but Coin had refused any help with carrying it. If he was going to give out presents, then he was going to do it. Himself.
Not that this wasn't one of those times when he wouldn't have minded a little magic. He wasn't sure about dragging it like this. But at least he was most of the way there.
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In his hands, the cloth came partly unfolded. It was just possible to see the way the sticks fit together, and the little sleeves where they would hold up the cloth.
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"Coin, darling, you shouldn't be straining so." It's nearly scolding, but it lacks the certain oompf to really get it through. "There are people for that sort of thing you know."
They're called the disenfranchised. The out of luck.
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From out of the sack, he drew a round of wood a little bigger than a dinner plate. One side had been painted- inexpertly, from memory, but the shapes of continents and so on were easily recognizable. A yellow marble was suspended over it by a wire. What could you give a goddess, after all, but the world?
"Happy Hogswatch," he announced, with as much confidence as is really possible when you're watching nervously to see if you did right.
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Holding the plate in her hands, she smiles and it's just a touch gentle. She's not getting mistyeyed. At least not that she'll admit. "Oh, happy Hogswatch indeed. It's lovely Coin."
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On Coin's part, before the Island he'd been able to count the number of truly nice things done for people on the fingers of one head. No one had ever told him about it being better to give than to recieve, and he wasn't inclined to make the comparison himself even now that he could. It was just that, appparently, they were both amazing.
You could tell. Faint apprehension had been replaced in a flash by a wide grin.
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