[ It probably takes Hugo longer to go through his things and find a suitable gift than it took to get to the lighthouse. He wasn't one to venture to Meropide himself, so it was probably the second time he had ever ventured so far.
Walking up to the front of the lighthouse brought back memories of that beacon in the dark while he was on the run. Walking up, he knocked and paused, looking up the side of the stone building and then out to the crashing waves that brushed the cold air up the cliffs. Light twinkled off the surface, like a horrible reminder of the season.
Willing his head to turn away from the waves contemplatively, he looked to the door instead. ]
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Date: 2025-12-01 04:30 pm (UTC)Walking up to the front of the lighthouse brought back memories of that beacon in the dark while he was on the run. Walking up, he knocked and paused, looking up the side of the stone building and then out to the crashing waves that brushed the cold air up the cliffs. Light twinkled off the surface, like a horrible reminder of the season.
Willing his head to turn away from the waves contemplatively, he looked to the door instead. ]