Liron Andersen
It was a bit strange, being a teacher handing off a gift to a student but Liron supposed that luck was what one made of it. Reading through the scrap of paper that her partner had provided, she thought it best to play it safe and get a little of all of listed interests. In a nicely wrapped box with a silvery bow, she had arranged a small set of fantasy books, a girl's sweater with a pattern of diamonds on it, and a packet of her own feathers for alchemical use. She arrived at the meeting spot early and sat down on a bench outside of a classroom to wait.
It was a bit strange, being a teacher handing off a gift to a student but Liron supposed that luck was what one made of it. Reading through the scrap of paper that her partner had provided, she thought it best to play it safe and get a little of all of listed interests. In a nicely wrapped box with a silvery bow, she had arranged a small set of fantasy books, a girl's sweater with a pattern of diamonds on it, and a packet of her own feathers for alchemical use. She arrived at the meeting spot early and sat down on a bench outside of a classroom to wait.