69th of Summer, 508 AV.
Mura, Konti Isle.
A small wrapped package would be delivered to the doorstep of Kavala's temporary quarters in Mura, wrapped in paper and tied with simple string.
Within the package was a medium-sized bottle, corked and filled with sand. However, the sand contained objects that were pressed against the sides of the glass in difference places, making them easy to make out. The sand was mostly there to hold the objects in place, though it also served as a symbol of the Konti Isle beaches. The objects within would probably be easily recognized by the Konti. They were small souvenirs from the few days they had spent together. There were the hand-written notes that Matthew had first jotted down when he met her, plastered against one whole side of the bottle. There was a single flower from a stalk of Aletrid, oyster shells that had been used in a stew, a small splinter of wood that had been used for a fire, a tiny seahorse skeleton and a light blue seashell that had been chosen by Seth's children. They had demanded that they be allowed something.
Then there was a lock of Matthew's hair. It was perhaps the creepiest part, or could at least be taken that way. She had learned enough about the young student to know how incapable he was of understanding romance. Instead, his logical mind had calculated that it was best to include a piece of himself within the memento, and a lock of hair was probably the way that made the most sense. He certainly couldn't chop off a fingertip and include
that.
A handwritten note was included, short and to the point, written in Matthew's elegant script.
Kavala,
I am not sure what the appropriate ritual is for the parting of friends, but I do understand that there is usually some sort of farewell. Since I am not able to give an official goodbye, I thought it might be appropriate to create a memento of our activities and gift it to you. Be sure to keep the cork tight to preserve the contents. I wish you well.
Dearest Regards,
-Matthew