i can't say it, but..

Ysmir couldn’t get Gwynevere off his mind. The thought of her always accompanied him, with his siblings, during the meeting and subsequent shenanigans. Though he had certainly had himself a good time. Maybe they were practically near strangers but Ysmir was smitten and she needed someone there with her. She had her family but Ysmir felt the connection they shared, she’d wanted him there beside her. At least, that’s what he thought.

So at the earliest moment the boy had slipped out of Fireside and made another trip to Auster. He wanted to see Gwyn but he wasn’t coming empty handed. He wandered a lot, and in his wandering he found the perfect gift. It had been found in the same place as the hammer he carried on his shoulder. The patterns were similar, and he hoped it might make her think of him.

Ysmir made his way to the borders of the Hallows, he didn’t have Gwyn as his escort today. He also had no ability to call for her either, but that was what Barenziah was for. The gyrfalcon glided easily through the air above the castle. Her pale white wings carrying her to Gwynevere’s window to alert her of Ysmir’s presence while the boy remained at the border. He was silent and patient, carrying the bag with the jewelry inside.