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Hey- One of the Vanaheim gods knows of a village of friendly natives not far from Asgard, in the forest there. Honir's left an open invitation for folks to visit with him in a few days.

I don't know about you, but I could use some fresh air, some trees and getting to see a glimpse of what's outside of the city. So consider this my invitation to you. I think a lot of us could use some breathing room after the past months, even if it's just for a little while.

Répondez s' il vous plaît and all that. Maybe we can get a traveling party together if there's enough of us going.

Not that I'm one to interrupt in matters of romance, but I'm going to have to ask you to cease and desist muddling up history worse than it already is, what with the 19th century Dutch architecture in the midst of historical Asgard and the legions of people that should be dead, (you included), perusing the streets like it's the bloody annual pride parade.

Ezio.

[Hi, grandson.]

[In honor of the Earth holiday centering on love, Freya sends out a little gift around this time.

A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]

Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.

[ In honour of the god centering on love being a giant frilly prissypants, Loki sends his own little gift just a few hours after hers.

His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.

It's also accompanied by a note. ]

Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.

Ezio, I wish to ask you something about the shop if I might have a moment of your time.

[His voice is mostly calm, but there is panic fraying the edges.]

Ezio.

Balance, please answer.

heeeeeey ;D
buongiorno papa ezio
its roxy
well duh of course its roxy it says right there next 2 my txt
neways its nothing important im just sayin hi
since the last time we saw each other was like a frickin ice age ago
how r u?

[Alastair is panicking. He's half dressed, his hair is loose, and he can't stay still. He's pacing around his room in Sigyn.]

He's gone.

[The words come breathlessly and desperately, and he pulls his hair with one hand.]

Desmond is gone.

Can I talk to you? Somewhere not in the shop, I mean.

I would speak with you, if I may.

[ There's a pause, as if Annetta is not quite sure of what to say, and then she playfully sings to him, a little childhood rhyme in a high, sweet voice. ]

Lucciola lucciola, gialla gialla
metti la briglia alla cavalla
che la vuole il figlio del re
lucciola lucciola vieni con me.

[ Why do something so ordinary as talk into such an amazing device? Ezio, maestro, where are youuuu? ]

ezzy, did you hear about the chef who took too long in the kitchen?

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Morning of day 363, voice;

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backdated to Day 400

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Day 421 Evening, Phone

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Video to both Ezio and Altair, Late D443

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voice; backdated to right after ezio quit being a templar i forget what day it was

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