[The day following Jade’s birthday, he’ll find a box outside his front door—matte black and tied together with a velvet ribbon. A single dark plume sticks out from between the loops, deep amethyst fading into ashen lavender.
Within, coiled upon a cushion of burgundy, is a pure, golden bracelet, gleaming and resplendent with a curious variety of charms. A ballerina, a key, a pumpkin on wheels, a circus clown, a castle, a mermaid with jeweled eyes… It isn’t for wearing, necessarily, so much as it is for admiring. After all, merfolk do have a penchant for collecting shiny trinkets, do they not?
A piece of parchment sits tucked beside, the handwriting sharp and slanted.
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Within, coiled upon a cushion of burgundy, is a pure, golden bracelet, gleaming and resplendent with a curious variety of charms. A ballerina, a key, a pumpkin on wheels, a circus clown, a castle, a mermaid with jeweled eyes… It isn’t for wearing, necessarily, so much as it is for admiring. After all, merfolk do have a penchant for collecting shiny trinkets, do they not?
A piece of parchment sits tucked beside, the handwriting sharp and slanted.
‘For my precious treasure.’ it reads.
There is no signature to be found.]