Celir smiled and inclined her head.
"It's nice to meet you." She repeated. She had heard Mirella come up to them and thus, she decided that she'd leave the other magic user in the elf's hands. She flashed another smile at the girl and went to walk back towards her room. Her silver eyes focused on Zaigou for a moment. She wanted to ask him what he had received, but decided to let him linger among the group so she herself could go see what she had received.
Ducking into the door, the half elf made a beeline for the bed and the boxes, after of course; making sure the door was utterly secure. After all, it would be quite embarrassing for anyone to see just how excited she was over this. She leaped lightly on the bed, not minding the quiet creak it gave one bit. A goofy grin lit her face. She had a bed. She sat on one of her legs and let the other dangle off of the side, swinging it around some as she pulled the first box over to her. She felt like a kid at Christmas.
When she opened the box, she nearly teared up. Her family had gone through a lot of effort, she could tell already. Twenty-five sheets of parchment where rolled with care and tied with a small piece of twine. A vial of glowing ink and a new ink pen where nestled within the parchment. She took the fiery colored glowing ink out from the paper and stared at it with wonder. Where had her poor family gotten this? How did they afford it? (Fire Ink) After another moment of staring at it, she tucked it back into the parchment and set the little bundle aside.
The next thing she brought out was the largest. A grin lit her face. Her bed roll and her huge winter blanket, the very ones she had slept with the night before she left her home had been folded in the box. She threw the bedclothes near the top of the bed.
She peered back into the box and a huge smile lit her face as she bit her lip down on a delighted squeal. She pulled the two bars of chocolate that had been sitting beneath her blanket out of the box. She bit her lip as she tried not to jump in place like a little girl. She loved chocolate. How her family had gotten this in their village, she had no clue. She set it down on the bed next to her, but not close enough to make it melt.
A huge grin was spread across her face as she peered back into the box for the next surprise. The next thing she pulled out was wooden ball. She turned the hollow five inch ball over in her hands as her fingers traced the flowery carvings with her finger, her brother must've made it for her. He had always had a way with wood. She turned and leaned over the bed and threw it at the floor, wondering if it would bounce like some of the ones he had made did. To her surprised delight, it did indeed come bouncing back at her...it had also managed to leave a light red mark in the shape of a flower on her forehead. This time, delighted giggles did burst from her lips. She set it down next to the chocolate as she pulled several sheets of parchment covered in drawings from her nephews and nieces, although her smile changed from excited delight, it changed into something warm and soft as she flickered through the drawings before setting them down next to her.
Going back to the box, the girl pulled out a 2 pound bag of marbles with a grin. They were the ones her dad had bought her long ago when he was teaching her the game. She reached in and randomly pulled out a sparkly silver colored shooter, it had been her favorite one. She placed it back in the bag before she set it to the side. There wasn't much left in the box now, a soap bar wrapped in parchment was the next to leave the square prison.
Celir reached for the last thing in the box, a piece of parchment folded into an envelope. She unfolded it with care before something dropped into her lap. She blinked but let her eyes scan over the note in its entirety before a quiet gasp left her lips and her eyes shot down to look at the somewhat crude pendant in her lap. It was the one her real, elf, mother had given her dad a long time ago. She picked it up and turned the smooth stone over in her hand. The oval was a shimmery silver colored stone that almost resembled a Tiger Eye. A small symbol was carved on it. Neither her father nor anyone else in her village had ever known what the symbol met. But Celir had always thought it was pretty. Her dad had never taken it off. To her own knowledge, it had thought it was buried with him, yet there it rested in the palm of her hand. The stone had a small hole drilled in the top of it where the black cord was threaded through. Celir wiped at her eye, a couple drops had leaked from the corner of her silver orbs, and looked away from eh stone as she slung it onto her neck silently. She'd shorten the band later so it wouldn't fall off. After that she'd ask Zaigou to tie it around her neck tight enough so there'd be no chance of it ever falling off. A finger reached up and stroked at the stone.
The Half elf cleared her throat, even though there was no one in the room with her but empty space. She put the empty box on the floor next to her bed before she pulled the next box over to her. She bit at her lip as she began to open it. The first thing she pulled from its depths was a lamp and five containers of lamp oil. Next was the fanciest back pack she had ever seen. And after that she pulled out a rather long note. She set the backpack in her lap and opened it up with a smile. The note began with warm greetings before it almost jumped into an explanation of the things in the box. Silver orbs glanced from the note to the backpack.
Now one of the first things you'll see is a Masterwork Backpack and a lamp she let herself skim the description of the items before she leaned over to reach for the was called, the survival kit. She opened the kit up and double checked to make sure everything was there, as per instruction. The flint, steel, mess kit, two water skins, a utility knife, a couple of simple maps and a mess kit (which composed of simple dishes, enough for one to eat with, made from wood, it looked like the old dwarf had made them himself). She went back to the list and nodded, as if the old dwarf was there talking to her. Next should be two bear traps and fishing tackle. You remember that old saying? The fishing one, well, this is me hoping that you'll always be able to feed yourself. The half elf laughed quietly as she pulled the two bear traps and the fishing tackle from the box. She looked around; the stuff was beginning to push her off of the bed. She shifted closer to the edge before she just pushed her hands into the box, not reading the note for a warning this time. She regretted it as she hissed lightly, quickly pulling her hand back out as she actually turned to peer into the depths. She blinked then another grin lit her face. It was a long sword! She pulled the sword out and into her hands with a grin. The old dwarf had preferred his crossbow, but Celir had preferred a more direct approach to fighting. She looked back at her note.
Aye, I know you like to hash and slash at you're opponents, so I sent you your blade. Now, don't get all giggly yet, girl. There's also a switchblade in there, just in case. You'll also notice I sent you a short bow and twenty arrows. Celir's eyebrow raised, she didn't not like bows, she found them useful, but she wasn't always the most patient. I know the look you're giving this note, girl, it's just in case, now cut that out. Celir laughed, she could almost imagine the near growl that usually accompanied those words. Now, the next thing you should find is a suit of leather armor. It's fairly light weight while still giving you a nice extra protective layer. Celir leaned forward and pulled the armor out and onto the bed next to her. She left it folded, deciding to examine it after the box was empty. Next she pulled out fifty feet of hemp rope and an iron pot. Inside the pot was enough trail rations for five days. The last thing she pulled out was a suit of clothes, Harask called them a 'proper explorer's outfit'. She set them aside to look at later, next to her armor.
With a smile at the now full bed of things. She turned her eyes back to the note and let herself read the rest of the old dwarf's note. In the back of her mind, she noted that the old dwarf's handwriting was much better than her step mother's. One of the last things in the note told Celir that the dwarf had given her 18 gold pieces and five silver pieces, money that she had apparently 'earned' from the furs from her kills from the time she had spent with him.
