terrain, a handful of landmarks and a heading. past tumbling falls hidden deep within the greenwood's gut, fitzroy wipes the wet off his pauldron and urges his horse onward. with the better half of his journey conquered it can't be far. the princess awaits.

words were failing him at this moment. He didn't give gifts often enough to know what he enjoyed in the act of giving them, nor did he receive them often enough to know what he enjoyed in such a thing.

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⠀“ No, that's not... what I meant. ”

There was a shake of his head, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck. He's no good with this kind of thing and it shows every time they seemingly meet.

“ I jus' don't get them all that often. ” He responded.

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⠀“ …I do. ” There was an uncertain silence, unused to the idea of gifts ― Normally being given to Maru rather than him who had become harder to read, according to his family. The frozen tear is quickly pocketed to keep it safe from any harm.

“ Thank you, but… Why? ”