[ At some point before the North wizards get called away, there's a small gift bag hanging on Solomon's doorknob. In it is a small glass bottle filled with dandelion wishes and petals - from lilies, from roses, from all the new and familiar flowers Ginger has encountered while he gardens. The bottle feels warm to hold - and warmer still the longer it's held. At its peak, it will burn the frost away from the inside out for whoever holds it. The duration doesn't last too long, perhaps an hour at best if used all at once, but it's... a wish... from someone who doesn't know what to make of Solomon, but there's a sort of care there. Uncertain and upset, but there.
The bag waits patiently for the room's owner to find it before they leave - or when they return. ]
[The bag will stay where it is. And even when the North is called away, Ginger will find that the bag still hangs from the handle of 3-5, completely undisturbed.
There is still not a trace of Solomon in the manor right now, it seems.]
[Someone has been kind enough to, at the very least, finally remove the bag from the door's handle.
It's a bottle he holds tight against the ache of his recovery. An uncertain care is fragile. But it is still care. And it still a warmth that finds a place, even if it is now after the fighting has ended.
Dear, dear Ginger... whatever will he do with you?]
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The bag waits patiently for the room's owner to find it before they leave - or when they return. ]
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There is still not a trace of Solomon in the manor right now, it seems.]
/2 (post north mission)
It's a bottle he holds tight against the ache of his recovery. An uncertain care is fragile. But it is still care. And it still a warmth that finds a place, even if it is now after the fighting has ended.
Dear, dear Ginger... whatever will he do with you?]