A Gift For A Gifted

Peace was both nervous and excited for the Secret Santa gift exchange. She wasn't worried about her own gift - either way, she would receive something that would serve as a memory even if she didn't particularly like it. She was worried about the gift she got for Emery. Knowing next to nobody around town was difficult, as she didn't have someone to ask about her pair. She hadn't been there long enough to make connections or hear about the happenings of Manta Carlos citizens. Nevertheless, she had asked around a little bit just to find out who the guy was and what he might be interested in. She hoped her gift would be acceptable given the limited time and knowledge she had.

She had dressed nicely in brown boots and a long tan overcoat. Her figure was hidden, the only parts of her body showing were her hands and her face, and even that was sheltered behind her big black curls. Her hands clutched a carefully wrapped gift that appeared kind of floppy as it wasn't put inside a box. Peace thought it'd be better to leave it loose than have to go through the suspense of Emery opening a box as well as the light blue wrapping paper.

Approaching the middle of Oceania Park where the massive tree she had seen at the lighting festival stood, Peace glimpsed a head of aqua hair. She knew that must be her pair, and she hurried over, past the other people in the park. When she reached him, she cleared her throat and asked, "Excuse me, are you Emery Suncée?"

Emery looked surprised for a moment before settling down quickly. Peace smiled welcomingly at him as he corrected himself. He seemed... Nice. It was really quite hard to tell. "Yes, I'm Peace, so you must be Emery," she said in a cheerful voice and a smile. Her posture showed that she was completely comfortable with talking to a stranger, although she was a little nervous about her gift. Would it be enough? Or too much? Or not what he wanted? Her hands clutched the small box firmly, which she only let go of to shake his hand quickly, before returning her hands to the box. It wasn't like the gift was fragile or anything, but if she took her hands off of the box she was afraid they would shake noticeably. "It's nice to meet you, I'm your Secret Santa this year," she added.

Afraid that she was unable to really postpone the gift-giving, she held the box out to him. Inside of it was a pair of gloves she had sourced from the fine materials of her Pantheon. She had ordered a pair to be made out of some of the finest materials to exist within the universe, and to be expertly crafted. Her Goddess status had enabled her to be a priority and the product had arrived just outside the planet in just over a day. The result was a soft but warm material, somewhere between silk and thin velvet, with a slight elasticity to them so they would fit well. They were blue in colour with very fine yellow-gold threading along the seams and to create designs, to match the pigmentation of Emery's hair and eyes. The designs were intricate imagery of the sea, where Peace had heard he came from, and gradually turned into land towards the fingers. This was supposed to symbolise his transition from where he used to live up to the present. With a "Merry Christmas," she handed him the gift and hoped he was satisfied with them, at least.