[ at some point in December, there is a gift at Zagreus' door: a neatly folded handkerchief made of black silk with a flower and Zagreus' initial embroidered on it. laid atop the handkerchief is a small, plain card, a message written on it in elegant calligraphy that reads: ]
Dear Zagreus,
Merry Christmas! I don't have much to give, but I'm grateful you've been such a good friend to me since we met. I'm really glad to know you!
Love, Rudbeckia de Borgia ♡
[ inside the folded handkerchief is another slip of paper that provides the name of the flower and its symbolism, along with a sheepish footnote: I'm sure everyone must be a little tired of flowers at the moment, but I hope this can be a positive association. ]
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Dear Zagreus,
Merry Christmas! I don't have much to give, but I'm grateful you've been such a good friend to me since we met. I'm really glad to know you!
Love,
Rudbeckia de Borgia ♡
[ inside the folded handkerchief is another slip of paper that provides the name of the flower and its symbolism, along with a sheepish footnote: I'm sure everyone must be a little tired of flowers at the moment, but I hope this can be a positive association. ]