Submission (#2991) Approved

On the outskirt of Hadaven sits a kittom, with fur as fresh as the white snow of Strynhalde -- which she hails from -- and the golden accents that enunciate her features akin to a bell. Eos stares at the ever-stagnant colors of Zevija's rocky exterior, taking in a deep breath of comfort in each passing second. The way the sun rose above the canyons, and gave life to all on Eyre... It invoked a feeling of warmth in her chest, and she reflected on her travels around this world. Her father would have been incredibly proud to hear about the life that his daughter had been living, for the places she's seen and the growth she has accomplished in the time away from home. Basil's love for his children was something to behold, nurturing and raising his little ones no matter the tough tasks that fell upon his shoulders... He was always busy too, Eos could recall as much. Reaching into her traveler's bag, a sheet of cream paper is pulled from her homemade journal and a pen is held in her opposite paw. Words flowed from her pen tip to the paper, unable to lift much when there was just so much to tell her father.

From the way her current residence in Zevija looked, to the two traveling companions she has met along the way, the golden girl smiles to herself. Perhaps it couldn't hurt to send a little care package instead, especially when she knows her father is such a big fan of cheeses and bread cultivated in the small shops of Hadaven. Stretching her lower back with a few positions, the kittom trots enthusiatically past the pebbles scattered across the flood and heads back towards the main city. The decorative banners and resonating heat thick in the air were something she had already grown accustomed to, with some unfamiliar faces in town square dancing around a mural. Such a sight blooms forth a love in her chest, and Eos unintionally casts a caring glance at the group before carrying on. The shopkeep welcomes her in with a smile, knitted brow already questioning what they could help her with -- fortunately she speaks up with a chipper tone and points at a cheese wheel and berry bread. "I'd love to purchase these, actually. They'd be a gift for my father, he lives in Stynhalde and this is my first miasma season without him so... I just want to get him a little something, show him that I'm still thinking of him and that I miss him... " A flush rises on pale cheeks, realizing that she had been rambling to the owner a bit too long. "My bad, didn't realize how much I had on my mind about this, haha!" They nod in agreement, but soothe the embarrassment of the little girl before them. Their next words have Eos perk up, but fret.

"Take it, kid, it's on the house. I remember what it was like when I left my own folk's place... I'm sure your dad would appreciate what it is that you're getting him, plus it's Miasma season and all, I don't mind. Just make sure to stay safe, alright?" With large puppy-dog eyes, the young girl insists on payment, and snatches a few coins from her pouch to pay with regardless. "Thank you, but it just wouldn't feel right to be the only one taking and not giving!" A playful eyeroll, and they lean forward to muss Eos' hair softly in affection.

"Whatever you say, kid. I appreciate it, and your big heart too. Here, at least let me throw in another block of cheese."

Stepping down the stone pathway of the shop, Eos grins rather widely to herself, giddy for the goods that she scored as a gift for Basil. There should be a post office around here, something that would allow her to send her love back home. Tucking the handwritten note into the basket of bread and cheese, a red bow fashions itself at the top to cover the entire thing in protective plastic. Calling out to any of the adults that sit ready, this sentimental gift of love is handed off and Eos walks off to locate both of her travel partners.