On a certain day in Zi'da of the 722nd arc, Saoire was preparing another get together to facilitate the sharing of gifts through special doorways assigned to that purpose. It would begin a few days before the appointed hour of the gifting. They'd find a note some days earlier, tucked into the top of a doorway in their own home, detailing who their intended recipient of their gift was, with clues to what they might like. Then a date for which the gifting would take place. So the appointed gifter would know by when they could have their intended's gift ready, however they wished to come by it.
On the 42nd, the very same doorway they'd found the note in would open up into an idyllic realm of Saoire's Dream. The doorway became a portal into her realm, the birthplace of the Cadouri and the place where many of Saoire's own personal gifts were made. For this purpose, the Realm would serve as a hosting ground for the gifter and their intended, and was tailored to such a purpose as that. Especially suited to either recipient, so that the place would be appropriate to their identity and interests.
And as they were asked to have a gift prepared, they were assured they too would in turn receive a gift all their own. Through the very same doorway as they received their instructions, on the 42nd of Zi'Da, it would open up into the realm of Saoire's Dream where two would meet. One gifter, one intended. In this case, the two were Pyrre and Woe ~ Pyrre had received his information about Woe and, so, came prepared. The place they entered was the main cabin of a large, luxurious ship with porthole windows showing an open and calm ocean beneath snow-filled clouds. Maps in frames lined the walls and there were shelves of scrolls and books. Should either of them look those were all charts and maps and memoirs of journeys taken. A floating museum dedicated to travel and living life, perhaps? There was a long wooden table with benches either side of it in the middle of the room and, on that were two beautiful goblets next to a selection of wines and rums and whiskeys.
The table too had maps and scrolls on it, and the gentle lapping of the waves played a soft accompaniment to every thought and movement. Despite there being no obvious source of heat, the room was warm. Standing and waiting was a cadouri - a pure white cat with a large floppy hat which bore a bright peacock feather. She wore loose trousers over her white blouse with a bright green sash at her waist which exactly matched her eyes. The outfit was completed with thigh high (no mean feat for a cat) leather boots. She doffed her hat and bowed. "Well, what delights we have here," she purred gently. "I am Tabitha Snow and this is my ship, the Mouser," she smiled in a friendly manner, revealing a lot of teeth but in apparently genuine good humour. "I am Saoire's captain at sea and I bid you welcome. We are here for you, Pyrre, to give your gift to Woe. You will receive a gift from another, of course and Woe will give one to someone else also. It is, after all, the season of giving." She gestured. "Drink and share your time together freely and know that you have been given welcome to the fastest ship on this, or any, ocean!"
She gestured and waited for them to then sort themselves out. She was a no-nonsense kind of cat, after all.
