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You stare at the ring, it is a small, plain thing. Undecorated besides a single solitary gemstone of blue, the same shade of blue as your eyes. You turn the thing over in your hands. You had an eye for jewelry, you had an eye for all the fine things in life. But despite the plainess… it was beautiful. It caught every light in the room as you studied it, the gold flawless, without mark or sign of a jeweler's tool, and the gem was perfectly cut and seemed to go on forever, so intricately was its craftsmanship.
But you weren't one to accept such a gift lightly, you were a Magus, and
nothing came without equal cost. Though you
did certainly deserve to have it. You glanced back up at the servant, how Marisbury, that fool, had managed to summon such a being you have no idea. You frankly don't even know where he got the mana, but he did, and had hardly stepped out of his workshop ever since, instead relying on his servant to speak for him.
It had rapidly become welcome, due to its kindness if nothing else, but this was different. It had approached you, and offered you a… gift. This was not unusual, but that he had hardly spoken to you before was. You had plenty of suitors of course, you were one of the greatest magus of your generation after all. Your eyes glanced down at the ring again, your eyes getting lost in the gold.
"What… is the meaning behind this gift? Surely you are not asking
me to marry you?"
The servant, Oberon, smiled. His blonde hair, a far paler shade than your own, shimmering in the evening light. You stared into his eyes, only catching what he was saying a moment later. "-was a gift. There is no higher meaning behind it," he says. His voice comes back into focus as you force yourself to listen. Oberon smiles, a brilliant but simple smile. One speaking of wisdom and kindness.
Of course he was wise to bring such a gift to you. But… "Everything has meaning," you reply. "This is… beautiful, the finest craftsmen in London could not make such a thing if they had a year's time. Why do you give it to me?"
Oberon doesn't shrug, or even move much at all. For some reason you think such an action is beneath a creature as perfect as he is. "I create things, it is in my nature, and this ring was the right one for you. I do not make such things with a specific person in mind, I merely find who they belong to. And this is yours." He says, smiling a touch wider.
It…
is the right one for you, and you do deserve gifts. You smile back at the man. "Well, I thank you. The house of El-Melloi is grateful to receive this gift." Then you slip the ring onto your finger.
It fits
perfectly.