[ Amon was loathe to spend his time here ignorant to the diversity amongst the cultures falling into each other on the turtle. So as a result, he vaguely became aware of the concept of Christmas. Or at the very least the idea that gifts were given amongst friends and loved ones around this time of year; its dogma didn't concern him so much as the practice.
Between his hours at the clinic he found the time to gather the right materials. Hav ing access to her apartment, Amon felt is right to work there for the time being. With hands recalling a craft long since forgotten to him, He crafted a beautiful wind chime made from seal and whale bones collected from the edges of the shell.
It felt appropriate. Sabriel was a soul that loved music, but was inextricably tied to Death. Both the gentle, ululating sounds of the wind passing through bone and its macabre origin appealed to him, and his idea that it would be the right sort of gift for a girl such as the like of Sabriel.
When it was done, he hung it on her windowsill before waitng for her return and inevitable reaction. Only to guess that this was how Christmas was carried out. ]
SABRIEL;
Between his hours at the clinic he found the time to gather the right materials. Hav ing access to her apartment, Amon felt is right to work there for the time being. With hands recalling a craft long since forgotten to him, He crafted a beautiful wind chime made from seal and whale bones collected from the edges of the shell.
It felt appropriate. Sabriel was a soul that loved music, but was inextricably tied to Death. Both the gentle, ululating sounds of the wind passing through bone and its macabre origin appealed to him, and his idea that it would be the right sort of gift for a girl such as the like of Sabriel.
When it was done, he hung it on her windowsill before waitng for her return and inevitable reaction. Only to guess that this was how Christmas was carried out. ]